When Elliot first began writing his letters to you under his flowery pen name he’d hope it would make you swoon, his sweet words drawing you closer to him. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for you to choose him over your true love, some other townsperson who didn’t deserve you like he did. Tonight, he knew he needed more than a letter. No, he needed action, and that’s exactly what he’d do as he stood over the sleeping form of your lover, knife in hand.