Scarlett killed someone, and the police quickly arrived to take her away.
I followed along to the police station to give a statement.
By the time I finished giving my statement, it was already evening. The police officer relayed a message saying Scarlett wanted to see me one last time.
In the interrogation room, Scarlett's makeup was smeared across a large portion of her face.
Her white dress was splattered with blood, and her white shoes were stained red in patches.
I suddenly remembered the first time I saw Scarlett. It was on an afternoon during our sophomore year, on the track field right after fitness testing.
Scarlett stood in the shade wearing a white dress, gently waiting for her classmates.
But now, Scarlett had long lost her former beauty and innocence.
Scarlett saw me, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and after a long pause, she finally spoke.
"Garrison, I regret it. Can you forgive me?"