Novel & Cerita Bleach 228

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

And then they started over. Twelve tiles. The timer on my phone beeps. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound cuts through the counting. It severs the dissociation. I freeze. I am standing in a cheap bathroom in the Kalsa district. I am alone. I have to look. I turn around slowly. My eyes find the sink. The sticks are waiting. I look at the first one. Clearblue. A blue line in the control window. Solid. Dark. And in the test window...

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.