Two individuals: Smith Story

Smith's story from his perspective:

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Smith, and I was born with a color deficiency, which left me with a life devoid of all hues except black and white. It's remarkable how my entire existence is based on these two monochromatic tones. Let me elaborate; half of my life is white, and the other half is black.

During my white life, I enjoyed a peaceful upbringing with my parents. However, my life changed course when I enrolled in school. It was here that I met the love of my life, Lisa, and my best friend, Ron. Our bond was undeniable, and we spent our days playing and sharing meals. As time progressed, I mustered the courage to propose to Lisa during my last year of college, and she agreed, marking the beginning of our romantic journey.

Amidst the bittersweet atmosphere of the farewell party, each revel in the joyous celebration of cherished friendships and the memories shared. Laughter echoes throughout the room as they indulge in the festive spread of delectable cuisine and clink their glasses in cheers to the exciting futures ahead. Although the impending farewells tug at their hearts, they savor every precious moment of this unforgettable evening, a testament to the enduring bonds forged through their time spent together.

While I was having my first kiss with Lisa.

Then we go to one of the classrooms and lock ourselves in.

I begin kissing her, and she suddenly sticks her tongue in my mouth. My hand touches her thick, rounded breast as I push her near the bench. Then, her hands moved toward my pants, and she opened the zip of my pants. When she started breathing heavily, I tried to control myself, and she opened my zip and started sucking me...

After that, she bent over the well, and I got behind her and began to move slowly. She started moaning, "Ah!"

After a few minutes, I started to move faster, and she started sweating heavily. Finally, after some time, we reached our limit and cum together. (well, I don't cum inside her.)

As we went about our intimate moment, unbeknownst to me, an unknown observer was peering through the window. This individual would later become a dark and foreboding presence in my life, but at the time, I was blissfully unaware. It's still too early to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation. As fate would have it, that same day marked a significant milestone in both of our lives as we shared the experience of losing our virginity together.

After completing high school, I pursued a degree in management while my girlfriend Lisa opted for an LLB. Initially, I was apprehensive about continuing our relationship, given the long distance that would be involved. However, Lisa expressed her desire to end things altogether. Despite this, fate had something else in store for us. As it turned out, we both secured admission to colleges located near one another. We decided to rent a room and move in together, and it proved to be a great decision. To our delight, Ron also rented a room in the same apartment. Ron was an impressive figure, tall, and handsome, hailing from a very affluent family. Despite his privileged background, he was remarkably humble and kind, with a keen appreciation for the arts. However, Ron had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer, always with a new girlfriend on his arm.

We lead an incredibly joyous life together. Both Lisa and I have worked tirelessly to complete our college degrees while simultaneously chasing our respective career goals. I am thrilled to share that I have successfully launched and grown my own company, which has gone on to become a roaring success. Moreover, Lisa and I took the plunge and got married, legally cementing our status as a couple. Our dear friend Ron, meanwhile, inherited his family business and went on to become one of the most successful business tycoons in the industry. We are all proud of each other's achievements and grateful to be able to share in each other's happiness.

My idyllic white life was abruptly disrupted as I entered into the dark phase of my life. It all began following our first year of a blissful and successful marriage. A scandalous accusation surfaced and caught the attention of the people and the government. Shockingly, my company's name was involved, and before I knew it, I found myself behind bars, falsely accused. However, my beloved wife Lisa, who believed in my innocence, launched an appeal and fought for justice. I will never forget the day she came to see me in prison and whispered words of hope, "I will free you from this unjust incarceration and prove to the court your innocence." But there was more, she shared the joyful news of her pregnancy. While I was overjoyed, I couldn't help but worry about my future and whether I would be able to prove my innocence.

After enduring months of grueling trial, I was repeatedly caught in the crosshairs of the law only to be vindicated time and again. Finally, the day arrived when I was acquitted of all charges and released from my incarceration. However, my hard-fought victory had come at a significant cost - my reputation had been relentlessly tarnished by the merciless media and my once-thriving company had gone bankrupt. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, there was a beacon of hope in the form of Lisa, who stood by me through thick and thin. With her unwavering support, I began to rebuild my life by starting anew with a humble, small-scale company. Despite facing a deluge of public criticism, it was not lost on me that the repercussions of this scam extended beyond just myself - countless innocent individuals who had entrusted their savings to the banks had lost everything.

One fateful day, my phone rang, and to my surprise, an unfamiliar voice spoke up. The person on the other end uttered words that sent shivers down my spine, "Hello, Smith. I know the truth behind everything, and if you're seeking answers, meet me on the rooftop of the nearby hotel." At first, I was hesitant and unsure if I should take this mysterious caller seriously. However, curiosity eventually got the better of me, and I resolved to meet this individual. But just as I was about to leave, a text message from Lisa interrupted my plans. She informed me that she needed to attend her weekly checkup. With quick thinking, I suggested that she meet me at the hotel instead.

As I ascend to the sweltering rooftop, my eyes are met with the sight of a man adorned with a stylish hat, standing idly in the courtyard. As he turns to face me, my heart drops to my stomach in disbelief. It was Ron, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I blurt out in utter disbelief, "Ron, is this some kind of twisted joke?" Suddenly, my worst nightmare becomes a reality as Ron draws a gun and points it in my direction. Just as I begin to lose all hope, the large, heavy doors leading to the hotel rooftop burst open and Lisa appears. In a panicked voice, she screams, "Ron, what in the world are you doing?"

As Ron bursts into laughter, he turns to Lisa and says, "You asked what I'm doing? I've always loved you, but you never gave me the slightest bit of attention. I remember on the farewell day, as you were having sex with Smith, I swore to myself that I would make you mine. However, despite my attempts to get closer to you, you always turned a blind eye to me. And as for you, Smith, I've always despised you. When I thought that I couldn't do anything to get closer to Lisa, this idea came to me, and I used my power to put your name in the scam, hoping it would bring her to me. But she was still worried about you."

Ron's face turns cold as he continues, "If I can't have Lisa, then I just have to get rid of both of you." With a swift pull of the trigger, he shoots Lisa in the leg. Horrified, I plead with Ron to spare her life and explain that she's pregnant. But Ron seems unmoved by my words and, without a second thought, takes Lisa's life.

The sound of the gunshot echoes through the air, sending chills down my spine. At that moment, I realize that Ron had been driven to madness by his unrequited love for Lisa. The pain of rejection had turned him into a ruthless killer.

With a burning anger fueling me, I take off in a sprint toward Ron, my mind flooded with memories of our past encounters. I recall the rainy day when most people tormented me because of my color blindness, but Ron came to my rescue and became my hero. Little did I know that this hero would soon turn into the villain of my life. My heart racing, I watch as Ron pulls the trigger, and the sound of a gunshot pierces through the air. But I won't stop running. I reach Ron and push both of us off the building, taking a brief moment to catch a glimpse of Lisa, who is still alive. As I plummet toward the ground, regret consumes me. My desire for revenge blinded me from checking on Lisa. I land with a sickening thud, blood spilling out of my body and staining the ground. Some people back away from the scene, while others rush in to take pictures, completely oblivious to the fact that Lisa is still alive upstairs. Despite my desperate attempts to alert them, my body starts to grow cold, and my soul begins to separate from my dying body. As I take my last breaths, I realize that I should have chosen differently. Revenge was not worth sacrificing innocent lives.

- To be continued.