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Being torn apart in turmoil, we set off to a thick forest. We decided to

         stay there overnight. Soon, the clock struck midnight. I saw Edward,

         sleeping soundly beside a fire pit. Cold night breeze swept passed my

         face gracefully. The hooting of owls was the only sound that made the
         place lively. I lifted my head up and glimpsed at the majestic beauty of

         the sky. All these sceneries brought back my deeply hidden unraveled

         memories of Deborah. We loved each other so madly. Our lives were

         meant to be beautiful. However, we broke up six months ago just
         because of the fact that I was so obsessed with my work. No matter how

         much I coaxed her, she rejected me. She even got married to another

         man. The animosity against her for deleting me from her memory raged
         within me.




         I surveyed the spot and soon zipped open my backpack. I budged a
         fridge-like box and injected a green fluid within me. Moments later,

         brown hairs grew all over my body and my mouth jutted prominently.

         From the corner of my eyes, I saw Edward, jolting up. On seeing me, in

         outrage, he gaspingly said, “So, you’re the third person”. I gave him a
         malicious smirk. I won the battle for Transeo Pectineum.




         Soon, a nurse stalks into my ward and my thoughts of the past comes to

         an end. Giving me some medicines, she strides off the ward. My eyes
         once again fall upon my abominable physical appearance. Indeed, my

         appalling appearance was because of the serum that altered the DNA of

         my cells. I do know about the adverse effects of injecting the serum to
         me yet, the determination of killing Deborah blindfolded me of my

         indiscriminate act. I could still not kill Deborah. I do not want to harm her

         anymore. I want to live the rest of my live as a half-dead human being
         with no vengeance in my heart. Looking outside the window, I count my

         last days which will soon come to an end.









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