The sky was as blue as the sea, the clouds pure white, the grass an intense, bright green, and the blood so red...

Seeing the muscular man groaning and twitching on the grass, and thinking of my weak and short arms, I gave up the idea of stabbing Jonathan in his back. When I was 13 years old, inspired by TV, I intended to poison him with food. Of course, I failed to get a deadly poison, colorless and tasteless. But I was able to get a bottle of sleeping pills successfully from the pharmacy.

One night, I took a cup of coffee mixed with sleeping pills in his study. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. Even the cigarette between his fingers had nearly burned his fingertips. He was not aware of it. He looked so tired and exhausted that he even went to sleep silently.

So, I put down the coffee cup and carefully pulled the cigarette out of his hand. The smoke was blowing, and the ashes fell to the ground. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at me quietly with bloodshot eyes. I was startled and stepped back instinctively. "Did I wake you?" I asked and held my breath.

"No. Do you have something to say?" he replied and stretched himself off.

" You looked so tired, so I just made a cup of coffee to perk you up."