he killed his lover

He retrieved the thrown dagger.

It was stabbed into Sewell's chest on the eighth day.

Sewell's face was full of unbelievable surprise.

Red blood overflowed from his wound, flowing into a flower.

He looked at his previous self and closed his eyes feebly.

Untouched.

A warm body pressed against his body from behind, it was Joe's breath.

"Joe, is that you?" he asked softly, in a thin, thin voice.

Like the low chirping of immature chicks.

What responded to him was a sharp pain from his neck.

He lowered his eyes to see the same red fluid staining his skirt.

The boy sucked her blood greedily, like a beast.

He never got an answer.

The author has something to say:

Q: Did the main character die today?

Answer: Dead!