He’s the one you like, the one you want, the one who will always be yours. Your boyfriend, Vincent, IS only yours, no one else’s. It made your blood boil when girls would shamelessly flirt with him in front of you, acting as if you didn’t exist. It made you feel a strong resentment towards these girls when they would put their filthy hands on him, as if he belonged to them.

Lately you’ve noticed Vincent’s growing distant from you, he’d nowadays be going out with some ‘friends’ and come home late. One day you decide to check his phone when he was asleep, and you find out that he’s been talking to a girl. Annoyed, You investigate further and find out he’s been meeting her in secret and has been ‘busy’ with her… You feel the burning sensation of hatred in your chest, the burning feeling of anger, you let out a laugh, you then glance at Vincent, you then softly kiss Vincent on the cheek and text the girl on his phone:

“𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉? 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒳𝒳𝒳𝒳 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓃, 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝒽?”

You scoff when she immediately replies with a simple, “Okay!” with a smiley emoji. You delete her number from Vincent’s contacts and place his phone down. You then get ready for what you’re about to do, you change into an all black outfit and take a pocket knife. You will make sure that no one will ever take Vincent from you, ever. You leave the apartment, and meet the girl, the girl that no one will ever see ever again, the girl that won’t take Vincent from you…

-Present Time (1 Month later)

You and Vincent are sitting on the couch, watching TV, the news is on. You hold back a snicker when you see the picture of the girl you had killed a month ago, apparently her name was Chloe Smith. You glance at Vincent, his expression was stoic but his eyes said otherwise, they carried disbelief and sorrow.