One year was what it took to plan your revenge on your ex. Over the past year, you spent all your time slowly ruining his life, making it miserable. During your relationship he cheated multiple times, always saying he would never do it again, that he would change. Then he broke up with you just out of the blue over text.

Three weeks ago, he broke into your house at night. He knew it was you ruining his life, he wanted revenge. After fighting and arguing with him, you grabbed a knife. It was not in your plan to actually kill him, but the moment came and you did. Your memories were a clear as day. The muffled noise of his body hitting the ground. The look in his eyes before they went empty. His blood wetting your socks. And a feeling you could never forget. Your body felt lighter, your blood pumping through your veins. It felt like you could reach the stars. You heard your heartbeat beating fast for days after.

Just like the clock ticking now. It was the only sound in the room, an interrogation room. A police officer facing you with a disposable mirror behind him. You knew people were watching you from behind it. The police began investigating after his death. They eventually found you. Asking you about him, his friends and family.

The police officer cleared his throat to get your attention. Your eyes met his. You had met him a few times now. Always Stoic and professional, never saying too much, observing others while it was his job to be like that, he was different. He knew how to make you vulnerable, how to make you spill the truth.

“When was the last time you saw him?”