That afternoon at an outdoor cafe, Ben was enjoying his glass of champagne cocktail. Colette had a Pinot Noir, but she didn't bother to have a single sip. All she could think about was why he visited Linguini. Of course, Ben noticed that.

"What's the matter," he asked her casually. "You're not usually quiet."

"Linguini told me you visited him yesterday," she said bluntly. "Is this true?"

"Yeah," he replied. "And he's a nice guy." He took a sip of his drink. "Surprisingly, I think we clicked like that," he snapped his finger at the last word and smiled. "You won't believe the stories he told me. He's really having a blast on his final days. Apparently, he told me he banged one of the nurses at the hospital."

"Benjamin," Colette interrupted, but he paid no attention to her.

"Man," he chuckled. "His skin was glowing, and his eyes were sparkling when he shared that story with me. That's the first time I've seen someone flying so high on cloud 9."

She heard enough. "Benjamin!" He finally looked up at her. That shut him up. "It doesn't take a genius to know that's horseshit. Why do I get the feeling that you're constantly lying? I've known Linguini for years. He's so awkward, it took him a long time to ask me out, so even if he hadn't, I'd doubt he'd ask another woman out so quickly." He didn't move, but she wasn't done. "And what on Earth did you tell him when you visited him? He's too depressed to get out of bed."

He slowly glared. "Excuse me?" he asked defensively. "Are you seriously accusing me of doing something to him? And calling me a liar?" He quickly got up. "Fine. Since you don't trust me, we're done." And he walked off.

This attitude sickened her. He gets defensive, makes this her fault, and is now trying to walk away. She got up from her seat, too. "Benjamin!" she called out.

He suddenly stopped, looked at her, and made a condescending smile. "You are one stupid girl. That's not my name, but you genuinely believed it was." He made a small laugh and walked away. "Fucking naive."

It's true. Benjamin Krupp wasn't his real name. His gall made her speechless. "He...he lied about his name, too?" she asked herself as she watched him walk away. "Have I fallen in love with this devil?" She couldn't help but look back on that day.

Months ago, she was enjoying a fine, breezy day walking near the beach by herself. When she reached the rocks on the shore, she spotted a tall man who was just watching the waves. She thought he was enjoying the atmosphere, too. At first, she thought nothing of him until he took a glance at her.

The moment she saw his face, everything around her seemed to freeze. Those sparkling blue eyes and fine lashes, fine lips, tall sleek figure, the baby face with light freckles, his black hair with fine sheen: all those features can make Adonis look like a bridge troll. Colette couldn't explain it, but she felt this intense, flaming desire for this man. How could this beanpole bewitch her in a blink of an eye? So, this is how sailors felt when beckoned by the sirens of the seas. It was mesmerizing and terrifying at the same time. Not only that, but he looked like... Is he?

Present day, Colette was walking back home in an alley collecting her thoughts about the sick beauty. Her home was close, so she didn't need her motorcycle.

"Ever since I met him," she told herself. "I've had this...this scorching need to have him, and it gets stronger whenever I'm near him, and whenever I remember the picture of the college student who was killed two years ago in an article, it still makes my blood cold. He looks just like him, from the adorable baby face to the mole under his eye." She sighed. "Maybe meeting him was destiny, and it's telling me not to see him anymore."

"Hi, Colette."

Out of nowhere, the beautiful man popped out of the corner of the alley.

That almost made her heart stop. "Mon Dieu!" she gasped.

"Surprised?" he giggled.

"Are you following me?" she asked after catching her breath.

"Look," he smiled ignoring her question. "I was joking with you at the cafe. Just wanted to push your buttons is all. You're crazy if you think you can get rid of me so easily. I do all this because I love you. You should know that." Then he opened his arms and hugged her.

She couldn't comprehend the audacity. Not only is he making light of his attitude towards her, but he counts that as love. Any sane person would nope out of that, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to do that. All it took was that sweet look in those deep blue eyes and all was forgiven. She embraced him back. Neither of them was saying anything embracing each other.

"Cat got your tongue?" he joked, breaking the silence. "Will you say you love me, too, or will you stand there like a statue?" Nothing. "Colette?"

What he didn't notice was that she quietly pulled a carving knife out of one of her sleeves while hugging him. Before he knew it, he felt an agonizing stab in his back. Then he felt it again. And again. And again. Colette had a mad look of determination on her face as she kept stabbing him and not letting him out of the embrace. He couldn't even get out of the embrace due to the excruciating pain. When she finally finished, he slowly let go of her and collapsed on the ground in his pool of blood. In seconds, he took his final breath. She was also covered in his blood, but she didn't care. For a while, she was just standing there, in silent, insane triumph. Satisfied, she dropped to her knees and the sound of sirens was closing in.

"And you killed him...just because?" asked the cop.

Colette, handcuffed and still covered in blood, was being interrogated at the police station.

"I...I wanted him dead," she said. Despite how calm she sounded, there was unhinged insanity in her voice. "His face alone was enough to make me want to end him and tear his body to shreds. Am I alone in having these feelings? If you ever met him, you'd feel the same thing, non?

At the hospital, a doctor was using a flashlight to see if the corpse's pupils shrunk, but alas they didn't. She was stone dead.

"Brutal," she said. "Is the person who killed him still on the loose?"

"Thankfully, no," a cop said by his side. "In fact, she made the arrest easy. She didn't run, let alone resist." He handed him his card. "If you any more help, feel free to reach us." The doctor thanked him as the cop left and he pulled the tarp on the dead man's body. Suddenly, a nurse came in. "Doctor," she informed. "A woman who claims to be the victim's mother is here. Come in."

The woman who entered was no other than Lucy. The only difference was her hair was dyed brunette, but you can see a little bit of red on the top of her scalp. Her dress was now from bright blue to dark purple. The two couldn't put their fingers on it, but she had this obsessed disheveled look on her face.

"We'd like to see if you can confirm his identity," the doctor informed as he pulled the blanket.

One look and she grinned and made a deranged giggle. "Oh, yeah," she sighed longingly. "That is my boy."

The doctor was taken aback a bit. Instead of mourning, she was enamored. "F-forgive me," he stuttered. "I didn't get your name."

"It's Lucy," she asked blankly. "Nice to meet you two."

"I'm the hospital's director," he said. "I'd like to ask if you'll contemplate donating-"

"Absolutely!" she answered without hesitation. "If it's a kidney you want, then you can have his. You can have whatever you need. I don't doubt he'd love to do that."