That chilling wind of terror flew away into the darkness of the night. The neighborhood, which was always quiet and peaceful, was in the middle of chaos. Was there a murder? Who died? Who killed him? Why...? Everything was fast. And still very slow. Because there was a person who died for someone's freedom. Because there was someone who killed for someone's freedom.

He stared at the dark red mark as the handcuffs were placed on his hands. The voices of the police officers talking to him and the people around him were muffled in his ears. Was he afraid? No. He wasn't afraid. He didn't regret a bit of what he did for you.

He killed the man who injured you with knife blows without even thinking. Your father. The man who hurt you. You. He swallowed. He clenched his teeth. Shouldn't he be relieved when he does this? The bruises he noticed during his school days when he was constantly watching you needed to heal, right? You had to be happy now and present that charming smile of yours freely, right?...

Even though he won't see it. Even if he'll go to jail. You should be happy he killed your father, right? Would you love him more if he killed your father for you?

He looked around as the cop started pushing him by his shoulders towards the police car. Maybe he was breathing the clean air of his neighborhood for the last time. Last time for you. And he came face to face with the person he loved. Your eyes. You are holding your school bag with one hand on your shoulder, you are unaware and your little ones are looking at the crowd in front of your house in surprise.

Damn it. He shouldn't have done this.

Your eyes filled with tears. You shook your hands when you saw the body and blood standing at the door of your house. He watched you as he was dragged towards the car in handcuffs. Then you looked at him. His eyes, which he wanted to shine with love, began to burn with hatred. You got it...