Why life is so unpredictable? Why can't we see the future and prevent such horrors?
No, I am not talking about Daniel's bad behavior; but the fact that Charlotte, who ended up enlacing my heart, was just one of his leftovers.
"Gosh, Louis, this sentence is awful! How could you call the girl a leftover??" Dear reader, there were no feelings in her heart capable of stopping the knife; neither thoughts in her head capable of seeing me as a non-trustable stranger, or calling her parents; or before, not looking into his eyes and consequently not falling for that kind of icy troublemaker.

Daniel transformed Charlotte into broken pieces mixed with her own blood.

The weather inside the living room suddenly changed from warm and comfy to cold and rainy.
Lotte had no strength left in her legs to stand still, she nervously starts going down, kinda numb. I hold her waist firmly before she could reach the ground. 
- You won't sit on that. - I make her eyes study all the glass over our feet from the portrait she'd let scape. She stared, separated from the shards by my arms.
I think this moment would be beautiful if we were in another dimension or something.

We stayed on the same position for a long time, both of us waiting for the other's initial move of separation; but we kept delaying through endless minutes. And to be honest there was a tickle in the back of my mind preventing me from letting her go.
A low whisper comes out of her lips, incomprehensible, but audible. I close my eyes peacefully and whisper back:
- You can think out loud, if you want.
She grins, and good energy suddenly hit my face like a bomb of fire. There is still happiness echoing inside Charlotte, hidden, but alive.
And then she spoke.
- Louis, this is all my fault..!
- No it's not!
- But B-Ben...
- He is a liar, Charlotte.
She breaths heavily and blinks to stop possible tears from coming down.
- I can't even say his real nname - The last words failed, stuck in her throat. I sniff. If it hurts for her, imagine for me.
And then I feel a little push between us, and Lotte steps some miles away, from the dirt, from me.

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