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around his lifeless body.. What drove him mad was that the killer would run
away without punishment..
He didn't get the chance to get the car's number, or anything special about the
car that could help catching her.. He took a look at the white roses around the
guy's head, that started turning red from his blood.. All he could think about
was that this life wasn't fair at all.. Why a guy full of life like that young man
dies, while his murderer sneaks away enjoying her life..? The main problem in
life was that you'd never know the reason of everything happing around you no
matter what..There shall always be a missing piece in the puzzle that would
prevent you from seeing the whole picture.. Understanding the whole picture..
Something was charming about that café.. He was sure about that..The moment
he sat he felt curious about watching the people sitting around.. After all, if he
didn't do that, he wouldn't deserve the title (author).. Maybe he could get out of
here with an idea to finish the stupid short stories collection he was desperate
to finish.. But which character of the surrounding was suitable to use..? The hot
lonely brunette sitting by the window, who didn't stop tapping on her table
while checking her watch every now and then..? Or that blonde that kept
looking at him while crooning with the songs arousing from the phonograph
and.. Just a second.. That blonde looked familiar.. Where did he see her
before..?
- Did you order something, sir..?
The waiter cut his thoughts for a second..
- Double espresso please..
He answered him while looking at the brunette, thinking: who was the lucky
one that had such a charming girl waiting for him..? If it was him, he would've
never let her wait for so long.. He looked at her wavy brown hair and her