No matter how hard I tried to clean the red stain from the kitchen rug, it kept resurfacing over the bleach and the disinfectant.
"It has the shape of a crescent moon", I thought at that moment.
From a distance, I could hear the sirens of police cars and I had to leave the place in a hurry. The night began to threaten me, nipping at my heels, but no matter how fast I ran, I felt like I wasn't making any progress. Hours later - which felt like centuries - I finally made it home.
Breathless, I rested on the steps of the entrance to catch regain strength. It was then that I saw anonymous sticky notes right on the front door. I took one without thinking twice: "You smile beautifully like the moon. Like a crescent", read the note, and a red smile began to appear above the letters.
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