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It was raining.

Almost all the population came to see the boy's dead body, Everybody had umbrellas here. The boy was in the edges of the river, he was wearing the same clothes since yesterday, he was the same one who took my face and threatened me. He was the Kate's boyfriend. Kyle had accompanied me, he didn't want me to come alone, so we used the same umbrella.

The police had come, they were inspecting the corpse. Nobody was able to see him, the boy's parents were crying disconsolate hugged each other. It gave some sadness, however, I wonder who would have been capable to do something like this, or maybe the guy only threw from the bridge and died, even though he didn't look a boy with suicide problems yesterday.

This is too strange.

I see Kate with her arms crossed, watching his boyfriend, her face is inexpressive, thoughtful. Anybody would say she is not suffering, because she isn't even crying. But something says me she is suffering inside.

"We have to go, daughter