Watch out for fragile windows

"That strange feeling of déjà vu. She lay in front of me in the shards of a broken window. She was beautiful anyway. But I had no choice. I had to do it. I shakily picked up a particularly sharp shard of window in my hands. "Goodbye," I whispered, and in the next second I was officially a murderer. Covered in blood, with a dead body at my feet, and a shard of a broken, fragile, window in my hands."

A story about a poor girl, which got so unlucky, and it destroyed her.