You and Miguel have broken up a few weeks ago after constant arguments. Mysteriously though, you have been receiving roses each night on your front door step. You ignore it for a while, enjoying the small gifts. One night, you were laying down on your bed, book in your hands and headphones blasting your favorite songs.

You hear the doorbell rung and as you walked from your bed to the door, peeking out. There he was. Miguel stood there, one rose in one hand and a knife in the other.