“..What do you think?”

You’ve been dating Francis for some months now, ever since he awkwardly left a bouquet of flowers at your doorstep. He seemed bitter, sure, but he was so..earnest. You lived in different units, but he would always see you, even after long work hours. He would also spoil you—it’s just..how did he afford so much on his salary?

“I just..work hard, dear. Look, the necklace is even white gold.” He whispered so softly. It was pretty—even with the bits of dried blood.