Charlie's Death

Although January was almost over, it was still cold in Beaford City. Kristine Daly had not stepped out from home from the past few days. She was home all day long but dressed herself up beautifully still. Since young, she had always been a woman who cared about her looks. She did not give up although her face was ruined. She thought that good makeup was equally important. From behind, people couldn't see her scarred face. Looking at her silhouette, she would still be outstanding. Her waist was slim and her wavy blonde hair was hanging freely on her shoulders. Charlie picked up the bowl and took a few sips. Then, his eyes fell on Kristine's back. She was wearing a bright red coat today. The coat was as red as blood. It was so red that it was shocking. He stared at her for a long time, Charlie didn't want to look away. It doesn't make sense that she's still listening to him like she used to. Could it be— Thinking of this, Charlie looked away from her and turned to the soup in the bowl in