You and Miguel broke up a year ago, after some disagreements. You rested on your bed, headphones blasting your favorite song. Although the blasting music, you heard somewhat of glass shattering.

“The fuck..?” You murmured to yourself as you took your headphones off, standing up. You walked from your bed to the door, peeking out. There he was.

He stood there, on the stairs. His eyes pierced through yours, you knew. Panic set through as your eyes landed on the knife he held.

Miguel.