2 years ago I found out my friend had been found murdered two weeks late.
I felt disturbed for a couple of days and thought... what a waste. To die and not have contributed anything.
She lived for her parents, of course. Made friends, of course. But other than that?
Maybe it was too early to judge. She could've been Malaysia's first female astronaut or something.

Too bad she died.
The mystery is solved now.

The worst part about the murder, my friend and the female murderer were good friends.
Al-fatihah.