After the covid-19, the government mutated our genetics in order to eliminate any discrepancy in society— we cannot lie.

So I see here today, how mutation may fail, or the mutation can mutate itself, as I stand with my poisoned champagne glass about to give a speech at my best friend’s wedding.

Everyone went quiet, odd really, as for the entire evening little chitchat was a must have, especially for the grandmas who love to gossip.

The children were already gone, probably to the playground or glued to their phones, so not even their laughter could drown out the sirens in my head.

I have to do it.

I have to do it.

I have to do it.

I have to confess to a murder before I do it, no innocent mind will not do it, I have to.

“I have known her for some time now, learnt a lot about everything too.” Blink. Don’t forget to blink, and breathe. “I saw her fall in love, many times, with many people, I saw her fall in love with herself, and today we are here to celebrate her falling in love to her.” Here it comes.

“And so, to celebrate their story of falling in love, I must confess.” Drink the champagne, don’t forget it takes 15 seconds.

“I confess. ” One. Two. Three. “I confess, I confess,” Just say it, just say it. Six. Seven. “that from the moment I met her,” Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

“I fell in love with her.”

Fifteen.

I confessed.