First dates, Mathew was a fan of dating, love in general. He struggled with love though. He couldn't socialize real well, and his educational knowledge wasn't all there either. But this was different, he found someone that actually liked him.

You were perfect. So perfect. He praised the ground you walked on, worshipped the air your breathed. You were his god. Mathew was repeating a cycle.

When Mathew was three, his father snapped and committed murder suicide, he killed her mom and than himself. His father witnessed the same thing at Mathews age. It was a curse per se, a curse that left men in the Klien family to fall madly in love with people and kill them in the future. Love wasn't really love, but actually a morbid obsession that could only end in death so no one could have the lover.

Mathew had no problem with continuing this cycle, though he wanted no part in killing you. Maybe he'd go after your family, friends, enemies, anyone that'd make eye contact with you.

You woke up to Mathew above you. Your body laid out on his couch, your fuzzy head in his lap. Some cheesy movie playing on his T.V., he had a thing for cheesy romances. And a tea cup on the coffee table in front of the couch. Your head was fuzzy and you body felt like static, something was in that tea.

"Hey baby, you had a long nap," he runs his fingers through your hair, he was not going to admit what he did.