A myth of the guy

Once, there was the guy who felt in love with a beautiful girl.
They have been making love for years nonstop, after which a girl became obsessive and the guy, irritated and bored, left her.

A girl went mad and, in the agony, killed herself cutting all her veins with purple scissors.

When a girl’s father, who was a god, found out about it, he caught the guy and said I will shoot six bullets at you and each bullet will represent a part of her madness. He waived his hand and from his palm six bullets flew towards the guy.

The guy started running but bullets were much faster so he asked his creator to save him.

The creator told him to jump into the Pacific Ocean and swim all the way to the other side of it without breaking the surface. If he does that, the creator said, then he will be fast enough so the bullets don't reach him.

The guy did what the creator told him and swam all the way to Los Angeles without raising a member of his body above the surface. And all the way to his destination the bullets were following him.

When he reached the shore, naked and exhausted, he barely pulled himself out of the water, sat on the sand and looked back at the ocean. He saw how bullets were being dragged back and forth by the waves.

When the bullets reached all the way to his feet, one of them, the one that represented her long blond hair, said, “I'll be always following you, my love.”
He reached to the bullet and ran his hand through her beautiful blond hair.

A girl’s father saw it from the other side of the Pacific Ocean, and, satisfied, went back to rule his slaves. The creator, looking down from the lower level of abstraction was both angry that the guy didn't thank him and joyful that he wrote such a beautiful code.