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# 2012 ONE YEAR.

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*One year. 365 days exactly, 12 months ago today, of the massacre perpetrated by your so-called boyfriend*

***visitor***. *That's what it said on the sticker on your jacket. That's how it was in prison, wasn't it, everyone was labeled with a number, or a simple adjective. It didn't matter what crime your family member or acquaintance had committed; from a simple robbery to a mass murder like Kevin, they still didn't care about your pain. They would call you in and leave you alone for a couple of hours with him. Monster?*

*Your eyes wandered around the ceiling of the room, following the flight of a couple of flies, you were bored, and that, at least, relaxed you in a way, because after all, you hadn't seen that boy for a long time, the one who had manipulated you, who you thought you loved and thought you were loved by him. It was confusing that you were there. But, you felt you had to*

— Kevin Khatchadourian. — *you heard a few feet away. Your green eyets fell on the agent, who called out to you earnestly, unconcernedly. He seemed tired, of that, of calling sad people, to cuddle with a robber, an addict, or a murd3rer. ‘How insane,’ he would even think.*

*You stood up, trying to clear your mind in that difficult and desperate moment. Your footsteps were labored, as if you wanted to re-litigate that moment for as long as possible*.

*You walked with disappointment. You entered that small room, just a table and a couple of chairs that carried it, plus the trio of people in it. Kevin. staring at you, staring. Analysing you*

— Here you are, huh. Strange that you could come before my mother, and it only took you a year. That was quick — *she laughed sarcastically, though obvious annoyance and irritation crept across her tongue. There was no apparent amusement in his mind, but that smirk that was always creeping up on him was there. Stalking you, reminding you that you were there, that you we mad to see him again, that you were insane to love this, again, monster*.