The sun once fell on their cuddled figures, and the beach wind witnessed seemingly sweet moments. No one expected such a scene would be torn apart by the evil of paranoia, and the words “If you’re not mine, you’re not anyone’s” became a cruel judgment stained with blood.
Her name was Camila, who once embraced life with enthusiasm, greeting days and nights with a smile on this land. His name was Diego. At first, his pursuit was full of passion, but possessiveness grew like vines, twisting love into a suffocating rope. When Camila tried to break free from this gradually distorted “bond” and regain freedom and self, Diego’s world collapsed — in his twisted perception, the fear of losing the exclusive “possession” outweighed respect for Camila as an independent individual.
On that supposed to be ordinary day, disputes thundered like thunder. Diego roared out that crazy sentence, and then violence poured down, plunging Camila’s world into a bloody abyss. When she fell blood – soaked on the place where she once laughed, the illusion of love was completely shattered, leaving only a terrifying ferocity — this was not love at all, but a poisonous flower watered by paranoia, pushing people into the abyss of destruction.
Now, the black ribbon mourns in silence, yet the aftermath of the tragedy still spreads. It warns everyone that true love should be fulfillment and respect. If possessiveness devours reason, the word “love” becomes a murder weapon, dragging once – beautiful things, along with innocent lives, into eternal night.