An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes.
Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one– legs, arms, head– none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.
“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”
No one tried to speak.
“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home. I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”
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