A Hymn of Sorrow in the Dark Night: Awakening from a Broken Love

On the eve of my wedding, I discovered that my boyfriend was cheating on me.

He begged me desperately to see him one more time.

At ten o'clock at night, I waited at the school gate as we agreed.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe rubbing against the cement floor.

I instinctively turned around, only to see an axe covered in blood.

"Violet, go to hell."

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At two o'clock in the morning, I woke up from a nightmare.

I heard a buzz.

I stared at the light source and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be my phone vibrating.

But the next second, I froze.

Wasn't I already dead?

I stared at the phone screen, and it was 911 calling.

I didn't know why, but I had a bad feeling.

I pressed the answer button, and a deep male voice came from the other end. "Is this Rosalie Taylor? Your sister Violet jumped into the river and committed suicide. Can you come to the police station? The location is..."

My heart skipped a beat with every word the man said.

It was precisely because I was Violet!

I was the girl who had already committed suicide by jumping into the river as the police said.

As for Rosalie, she was my twin sister.

Thinking of this, I immediately ran to the mirror.

The moment I saw the woman in the mirror, a chill ran up my spine.

Although the woman in the mirror looked exactly like me, it was not my body at all, but my sister Rosalie's body.

Rosalie had a small scar on her forehead from a childhood injury, which was noticeable upon closer inspection.

I sat on the ground in a daze, not understanding what had happened.

I should have died.

I was killed by my boyfriend.

I couldn't help but recall what had happened on the evening of June 10th.

June 10th was my birthday. Mateo Scott asked me to meet him at the south gate of the college at 10 o'clock in the evening. That was where we first met.

I still remembered that day when I finished tutoring and waited for Mateo at the south gate.

Our college was located halfway up the mountain in a very remote location.

And the south gate was even more remote.

At ten o'clock at night, there was no one except me.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe rubbing against the cement floor.

I instinctively turned around, only to see an axe covered in blood.

"Violet, go to hell."

Then an intense pain spread throughout my body, and I thought I was split in half.

Before losing consciousness, I heard a man humming a nursery rhyme.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench my fists.

Since fate gave me a chance to be reborn, I would definitely seek revenge for myself.

Numbly, I walked to the window and pulled back the curtains a little.

Through the window, I could see the opposite room, which was Mateo's home. I was supposed to move in there after Mateo and I got married.

Mateo and I went to the same college.

He was two years ahead of me in school.

We had been in a relationship for three years and planned to get married as soon as we graduated.

I believed that Mateo loved me very much. After all, he was very gentle to me and would often prepare small surprises for me. In the three years, we hardly had any arguments.

It wasn't until June 3rd that I saw his chat records with another woman.

That was when I found out that he had been cheating on me for half a year.

I couldn't believe that the man who loved me dearly would actually cheat on me.

I tried to convince myself that maybe it was a misunderstanding.

But when I questioned him, he looked guilty.

I immediately broke up with him.

He didn't agree, but I still left.

A week later, June 10th was my birthday.

Mateo sent me an apology text and asked me to wait for him at the south gate at 10 o'clock in the evening. He would explain everything to me and also prepare something for me, which would put an end to our relationship.

When I saw the message, I hesitated.

I still wanted to know why Mateo would cheat on me though we loved each other so much.

Maybe deep down, I still wanted to hear his explanation.

I didn't expect that I would be killed.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered what the police said on the phone.

The police said that I jumped into the river to commit suicide, but I was clearly killed by an axe.

What on earth was going on?

I suddenly saw a black figure in the window of the opposite room.

The man was wearing a mask with a creepy smile on it.

And a woman was lying on the ground covered in blood.

The man was excitedly dragging the woman towards a meat grinder.

By the moonlight, I saw the woman's face clearly.

It was a face exactly like mine.

The woman lying on the ground was me!

The man was disposing of my body!

I picked up my phone and wanted to call the police.

At this moment, the man suddenly looked towards me.

In an instant, I felt like I was being stared at by a venomous snake.

Our eyes met.

My eyes widened.

He snickered.