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Mr.Frost is a criminal

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It was one typical rainy afternoon and me being a pluviophile, decided to take a walk to wash away the melancholy that was slowly invading me. As I was wallowing myself in the rain, I saw a figure of a guy, head's bowed down as if he was carrying such a big load of burden, sitting on a bench nearby. He seemed to be in deep trouble and yet he still looked beautiful with that rugged composition. And as I got nearer to the figure, it became clear to me that the guy was Mr. Frost. I put my small umbrella on top of his disheveled hair. I know it's of no sense because he was totally soaked up, but I felt like I have the responsibilityto protect him.

What's wrong Mr. Frost?

I placated a coy smile, trying to lighten up the intensity of the situation. He looked up and stared at me in the eye. I stared back at him only to be the first to look away.

Remember when I saved you from being hit by a steadfast car?
I would never forget that. You were my savior.
You owe me a hug. I need it now.

Without any hesitation, I wrapped my little arms around his torso. We were just standing in the rain, hugging each other when I felt small drops of water hitting my sensitive shoulders.

Are you crying Mr.Frost?
No Of course I'm not. It's just the rain.
Really? So you mean my umbrella suddenly got holes and raindrops leaked through it?
Tssk...

Silence reigned over us but I decided to break the silence by asking him the most rhetorical question.

Are you alright?
Yeah I just need you to listen and keep your lips sealed for a moment.

I abide his words but questions kept swimming in my head.

I killed someone.

The colors in my face were drained after hearing his confession. A hurling wind suddenly emerged and blew my umbrella away. We're both soaked in the rain. I was still shocked by his revelation. My mind was in a state of ambivalence. I haven't even gotten over at what he had said when I saw him fished out a shiny knife from his pocket. Seconds later, the knife was dug into my flesh, right through my heart. 

He stabbed me. 

He killed me. 

The person I love killed me. Mr. Frost is a criminal. 

The name doesn't suit him now. My Frost surely is a cold-hearted guy, but he has a heart. And the person who killed me doesn't have one.

 He wasn't my Frost. 

He was a heartless criminal. 


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