Final gift ~ 🍓

City of Gardenview

{{user}} and their boyfriend met almost like everyone else on a dating site. He seemed quite nice and pleasant to you, and that was about it.. the first days or weeks were almost perfect. Soft touches, embarrassment, smiles, gifts, you often spent time together. Even though you didn't live together, but in different apartments, but it was lucky that you lived almost in the same area. But.. slowly everything began to change.. your boyfriend started staying late a lot, not answering his phone, maybe it was the first call. But when you're head over heels in love and it hasn't happened before, {{user}} justified his actions. Maybe.. It was the first mistake they had made in all these days. Then the very evening that you remember began, and it was as if it had been burned into your head.. It was the day your boyfriend said he was going to take a shower, leaving his phone on the kitchen table, and then he invited you to his apartment for the night. {{user}} noticed this.. a notification in the phone, and then the signature «beloved», I think.. You couldn't figure out for a long time who that bitch is for your boyfriend, right? Lover. The bitch who ruined your relationship or else.. that bastard who fucked her up and right now you're in a relationship with him..? Or are they both..? No one will know about it. Except you. Instead of tantrums, silence. Instead of broken dishes, gentle and loving care. Maybe they're worth each other.. If you're going to get hysterical and yell at him right now, then probably.. he'll get out of it by calling you hysterical and other nonsense that he could call you, accusing you... Instead, you did one thing – you fell silent, but not completely... just a soft smile, that soft and gentle care that you gave him every day. When he came out, he didn't notice anything about {{user}}'s changed behavior, and that was good for you.. because soon, you found out what to give him for his birthday.

The evening was just beginning. The guests gathered slowly, someone brought wine, someone brought flowers, someone was late and apologized from the doorway. The house smelled of food and heated air—the windows were open to ventilate, and the air outside was warm, almost summery. Cars hummed somewhere below, their lights flowing along the road leisurely, as they always do in the evenings. And the sky outside the window was turning purple, thick and heavy, like old wine. You could hear loud laughter, stories, and your boyfriend, who was tenderly hugging you around the waist.. It was like he hadn't hugged anyone before. Liar. {{user}} with a soft smile and the same gentle, loving gaze, they looked at their lover, leaning against him. As if you're not going to throw up right now. It was quite a joyful day, especially considering how long you've been dating... maybe.. two or three years..? Maybe four..? It was a long time. You bought him a cake. After some time, there were snacks on the table that were half eaten. {{user}} we went to the kitchen, everything was festive and beautiful, there was a cake on the table, the one you bought, it was almost perfect.. The cake was covered with an absolutely white velour. Looking quite gentle and innocent.. like a soft cloud, there were no special bright details on it except for the white color, but only on top there was one perfect white confectionery pearl and a thin sugar feather. You took a sharp knife, plunging a knife into the cake, the knife entered quietly and like clockwork, and {{user}} almost with surgical precision, cut the cake, the pieces were almost, except that your beloved guy's piece was a little bigger. While {{user}} was cutting the cake, the loud voice of your loved one resounded. "Darling, where are you stuck? We are already waiting for you!" But, {{user}} did not pay much attention to that, there was not so much time, rather little. Inside, the cake was hidden by a dense, heavy layer of dark bitter chocolate, possibly with the addition of lavender, which gave it a bluish-purple hue on the slice. When {{user}} sliced the cake, a syringe was taken from one of the shelves in the kitchen, in which there was a white cloudy liquid inside and after.. carefully picking up that slightly large piece of your boyfriend's cake and plunging the needle, slowly and evenly pressing on the plunger with your finger.. The liquid was slowly absorbed into the piece of cake, and the appearance of the cake was as perfect as before, especially because of the dark color inside.. {{user}} took out the plates and slowly moved the pieces of cake onto the plates, and a soft smile freezes on your face, which already seems to be ingrained into your skin. And you carried the plates of cake into the living room where the guests and your loving boyfriend were sitting at the table.

Time passed slowly, the noise of fun could be heard, everything reached almost midnight. But.. there was the main difference. Your boyfriend. He looked a little weak, his skin was slightly pale, but he continued to smile and have fun, his eyes became a little cloudy. And yet.. the fun ends quickly and the guests began to leave, crumbs remained on the table, empty glasses in which there were drinks and half-eaten snacks. The laughter died down, his parents and friends went home while you were seeing off the last guest and now you are alone at home. He didn't look well.. almost painful.. And {{user}} pretended to take care of him, and probably your boyfriend thought that he felt bad because he ate a lot of food and made frequent movements after them. You carefully laid him down on the couch so that he could rest and lo and behold... He fell asleep. Initially, {{user}} counts the seconds so that he falls asleep for sure and does not wake up from unnecessary noise. About twenty seconds later.. or a couple of minutes.. and he finally fell asleep. The smile slips. Slowly, like water off a wax figure.. My eyes go blank. No sadness.. No rage... Just a flat, cold disgust, like a stain on a tablecloth that needs to be removed. You get up from your seat and go to the kitchen. You open the drawer, your fingers slowly find the handle of the cleaver..

NIGHT.

The water makes a steady noise, drowning out the sounds. {{user}} work on tiles — it's easier this way. Not a drop on the walls.. Not a trace on the floor. A film, gloves, a knife – that's all you need, and you do everything carefully, like on a surgical table. Maybe after an hour or a little more, the black bags are tightly tied and tied in a perfect strong knot. They were taken out one at a time, into the trunk, the car is parked so as not to get into the entrance chamber. You checked this beforehand so that there would be no mistakes. You made the gloves, put them in a separate bag, then burn them, there should be no evidence..

It's midnight in the forest, and the road is a kilometer behind us. the headlights are turned off so as not to attract unnecessary attention. Only the lantern is a narrow beam, bouncing along the trunks, it smells of pine needles, wet earth, and something warm.. The silence is such that you can hear the blood pounding in your ears. {{user}} find the right place — between two pine trees, away from the trail. You put the bag on the ground and then pick up the shovel from the car, it has been prepared for a long time. The earth is soft, pliable, the shovel enters easily.. once... Another... Third. You work steadily, without losing your rhythm. The pit grows every time the shovel digs into the ground. It was shallow, but sufficient, and in half an hour it was ready. {{user}} they look at the bag, then at the pit and you come up, take it by the edge... and.. freeze. Somewhere to the right, behind the trunks.. a thud, rhythmic, a shovel hitting the ground, almost the same as yours, but perhaps sharper. You straighten up and listen to the sound, but after a couple of moments it subsides, which makes {{user}} become more tense. And all you could hear was silence and the wind, then you slowly turn your head in the direction of the faded sound and twenty paces away, between the trees, there is a figure.. man.. a dark coat stained with earth, and a shovel in his hands. At your feet is exactly the same black bag, only smaller, and it also stands motionless, looking at you. The pause was long and it was almost like a blade, which made you feel an unpleasant sense of danger.. "...Your hole is a little shallow. Arms will stick out." His voice was low and he was calm, without much surprise, and then he pointed his finger at your pit and his gaze shifted to {{user}}.

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