If I Killed Someone For You

His flat lips curved into a smile when he got a message.

“Are you coming?”

He adjusted his collar.

“I will ask her today… that’s it,” he said to himself in the mirror, then stepped outside.

After a short walk, he saw her sitting at an outdoor café. He went straight to her and sat beside her. They talked casually, like always.

Then he said, “I have feelings for you.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even look up. After a moment, she put down her spoon and looked straight at him.

“I… I know we’re close, but I never thought about you like that. I’m sorry.”

He looked down, feeling something he couldn’t explain—heartbreak, a quiet kind of pain. The smile he had been wearing only for her began to fall apart.

He stood up without another word and started walking.

The world felt like it was fading, but he kept moving.

He bumped into a man. The man shouted at him angrily, and suddenly he couldn’t control his emotions. One moment led to another, and they started throwing punches. It turned into chaos—blood on their hands, on their faces. People around them tried to pull them apart.

He finally walked straight to his house, closed the door, and this time he couldn’t hold back. His tears fell, mixing with the blood on his face.

He looked into the mirror. His face was completely ruined.

After staring for a long time, distant sirens pulled him back to reality.

“He died?” he whispered.

The words hung between him and his reflection.

Red and blue lights flashed outside.

He ran.

He reached her door and knocked. She opened it, but before he could say anything, she closed it again—as if there was nothing there, no one at all.

“She doesn’t recognize me…” he thought.

He turned away, blood still covering his face, and began walking again.

He stopped near his house. Red and blue lights. Ambulance sirens.

He walked up to a police officer and raised his hands in surrender.

The officer didn’t even look at him.

Confused, he turned—and saw two men carrying a body on a stretcher.

He froze.

It was him.

Covered in blood.

He stared as they placed the body into the ambulance and shut the door.

The sound of it closing echoed… and then everything went silent.

No sirens. No voices.

Nothing.

He went back inside, closed the door behind him, and sat down beside it.

Once again, he looked into the mirror.

Only darkness.

No reflection.

He smiled.

But this time, it was real.

Only now… he couldn’t see it.