he killed his lover

The blond boy stretched out and was hugged by the black-haired youth.

The river is flowing slowly, and the sun is dancing on it.

Very close, very close.

The truth was about to appear before his eyes.

He couldn't help the excitement in his heart.

An unbearable hunger strikes.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, he could not control his body.

He left camp on the first night.

A gray and white forest owl stood on the top of a tree and looked at him, its brown eyes were like two cheap glass beads.

Why not die?He stared at it.

Shouldn't all creatures with blood die?

He killed it easily.

Then he finds out that killing Alex and Rosa is just as easy.

He greedily sucked the girl's blood.

Feel the fishy sweet taste explode on the taste buds.

He staggered out of the tent.

Only him.

A person was left in this empty forest.

In fact, there were no other people.

It is a one-man show from beginning to end.

His tears fell, but no one would comfort him softly anymore.

The blond boy walked into the deep darkness.

Under a low oak tree lay a small skeleton.

He lay down beside the skeleton, hugging the snow-white skull sideways.

"good night."

he said softly.

Then he closed his eyes tiredly and fell asleep peacefully.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the author feels sorry for Qiao Qiao/Eating melon seeds.