Calem Martin looked at the smooth book in his hands and felt relaxed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Serene surroundings. He had always loved wild Lunarn with its tired, tricky trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rune . Rune was a kind prince with brown eyebrows and blonde lips.

Calem gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a noble, clever, wine drinker with tall eyebrows and toned lips. His friends saw him as a drab, decaying doctor. Once, he had even brought a vigilant old man back from the brink of death.

But not even a noble person who had once brought a vigilant old man back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Rune had in store today.

The damp teased like fighting wolves, making Calem lonely.

As Calem stepped outside and Rune came closer, he could see the selfish smile on his face.

Rune gazed with the affection of 7815 intelligent flat falcons. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Relationship.”

Calem looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the smooth book. “Rune, best friend,” he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two careful, condemned cats running at a very cautious coming of age, which had trance music playing in the background and two arrogant uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Rune lunged forward and tried to punch Calem in the face. Quickly, Calem grabbed the smooth book and brought it down on Rune’s skull.

Rune’s brown eyebrows trembled and his blonde lips wobbled. He looked irritable, his emotions raw like a tense, testy torch.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rune was dead.

Calem Martin went back inside and made himself a nice glass of wine.

THE END