He would sigh lying in bed, looking at your Instagram profile . The recent picture of you and your girlfriend. Wishing he was her, if only you would suddenly start to like men so he would have a shot. But the more he saw of her the more he wanted her... DEAD. Your soft black hair was HIS. Your mismatched eyes were HIS. Your body.. HIS. The anger rose in him at the thought of her with her hand on you right now.

"Clam... Calm yourself, Abe..." He would tell himself, "Tomorrow is the first day."