I remember neither the taste nor my first experience. The next half an hour was erased from my memory also. But the miracle vanished soon and the horrible reality returned. The maid fell first and I no longer realized what happens. I felt the unbearable dizziness, myriads of colorful sparks flared in front of my eyes and I've lost my vision after that. Losing my mind I vaguely understood that we were poisoned. Then I was plunged into the abyss of toxicological delirium. Again and again I went through the reading of the horrible letter, the musical hallucinations and drinking the poison. I knew that the disaster happened but could do nothing. Sometimes I saw dreams where I try to call Dolores by phone and dissuade her but every time my voice broke down treacherously. Even in dreams a hope to justify myself to a person with a misery that nobody knew about eluded me. The night gave way to a day but there were too much poison in my blood. Sometimes my blurred mind broke free from the dark for a few seconds; I saw her motionless body and dropped back to the oblivion.
Only the persistent ring broke the delirium. Moving along the wall I hardly reached the hall. Obviously, it took too much time so the door was opened from the outside and I saw the parents of Dolores. I can imagine what they could think and can't judge them for all the things they said about me.
Now I know the truth about what happened that night. It would be desperate to try to compare real facts with hallucinations in the search of analogies. For those who found us everything seemed like a planned double suicide. I vainly tried to explain that there was no suicide and told about the Moon that bleed the green poison. Finally, I was considered mad and left alone so no more attempts to investigate who was the dominant in this game were made.