The Fatal Birthday Gift

As I reflect back on that fateful night, I realize how much I had been blinded by love. I had thought that showering her with gifts and planning a luxurious stay in a hotel would make her happy on her birthday. But little did I know that my actions would lead to tragedy.

As we entered the plush suite, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful decor and the fragrance of love that filled the air. I held her by the hips and kissed her pretty lips, feeling grateful to have such a beautiful woman in my life. We danced to the soft music playing in the background, but little did we know that fate had something else in store for us.

As we moved to the edge of the balcony, I kissed her again and whispered words of love in her ear. But as I held her close, I pushed her over the rail and watched in horror as she fell 85 stories down. The seconds felt like hours as I watched her alternate between a human silhouette and a purple cloth before she finally hit the pool face down.

I knew what people would think - that it was suicide. But I knew the truth. It was my fault, and I didn't have the courage to face the consequences of my actions. I left the hotel quietly, without drawing any attention to myself.

That incident has haunted me for years. I know that what I did was wrong, and I regret it every day. I have come to realize that no amount of materialistic gifts can ever replace genuine love and affection. And I hope that someday, I will be able to make amends for my mistake and find forgiveness in my heart.