A Killing Dagger

David’s P.O.V.

The program started with a prayer and some instrumentals before we finally ate our dinner. I cared about my girlfriend so much that there were times I even spoon-fed her.

She would only smile, and that simple gesture would already make my heart jump. There were plenty of dishes served to us. I couldn’t help but cut my braised beef brisket into small cubes and interchanged it with what was originally given to Helena.

After dinner, the disc jockeys played rock songs, so most male students were banging, rocking, and some were even literally rolling on the dance floor. As long as they were happy and wild, they didn’t care anymore about how they looked.