I saw it. It looked like me.
That was my eye.
Why did Jocelyn only draw an eye on each piece of paper and throw it away?
It was drawn so similarly.
One night, the walls of the 100-square-feet room were covered with portraits.
However, none of them was of me.
When Konner came in, he looked around.
Finally, he looked at a pile of drafts next to the easel.
There was an eye on every one of them.
That was me.
"Why is there only one eye on each of them?"
“I drew them wrong.”
Jocelyn was the best criminal sketch artist in the city.
How could she draw it wrong?
Suddenly, Konner put one of the drafts next to Jocelyn's face.
"What's wrong?"
Konner dragged Jocelyn in front of the mirror.
"Look! Isn't this eye exactly the same as yours?"
Konner became serious. "I remember Theresa's eyes look the same as yours."
Jocelyn tore the draft into pieces.
"Stop joking. I've stayed up for a few nights, and I'm tired."
Konner was not going to let her go. "Where's Theresa? Call her and let her know. Things have been strange these days. I hope nothing will happen to her."
"Don't worry. She goes to school and home every day. What can happen to her? I will draw another one after having a good rest."
Jocelyn went out with her cup to get some water.
A colleague greeted Jocelyn, "Jocelyn, happy birthday."
"Jocelyn, are you done with your work? Let's have dinner together tonight."
Jocelyn forgot her birthday.
Konner went out immediately.
He thought it was me.
Every year, I waited at the door with a cake.
Even though Jocelyn never accepted it, I did that every year.
"Jocelyn, why didn't Theresa come to send you a cake this year? I asked you to call Theresa. Did you call?"
Konner was nervous.
Jocelyn drank water and held up her phone to show Konner.
There was a text message sent by me.
[Jocelyn, happy birthday. I wish you happiness every day.]
Konner finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Jocelyn snorted and deleted the message.
"She's always so clingy and annoying. When will she stop bothering me?"
Jocelyn, I would never bother you again.
That was my last scheduled message.
My hands were covered in blood at the time, and I knew that Jocelyn would have her birthday.
I couldn't celebrate her birthday this year.
So, before I died, I hastily edited the scheduled message.
"You are family. Let bygones be bygones. She is your sister."
"She is not my sister, let alone my family. I'm going to get some sleep first."