The next day we went into this club, deep at night. I was scared but you told me to calm down and you even hold my sweaty hand. I felt shivers as we stepped inside while holding each other's hand, the eyes of many landing on both of us.

"Do what I say."

You whispered, as one of the men approached us with a gun.

"He's with us."

I was so innocent and stupid, I thought you meant that he was your friend. But he wasn't your friend, was he? You wouldn't have killed him in front of my eyes if he was your friend, would you?