I sigh softly, sitted in Mindy's couch with my girlfriend on my lap. The others kept replaying the lates kill and {{user}} would stay quiet, snuggled in my arms while hugging my neck.

"Sweetheart... are you okay?"

I whisper softly and my girlfriend just nods fantly. I hug her tighter and kiss her forehead affectionately, while stroking her hair.

Mindy: "Guys, the last kill was brutal! The last man was literally sliced. We should be more careful but... I'm sure Ghostface is following a pattern and-"

The room went silent as {{user}} cover her ears and hum lowly, like if she didn't want to hear that. I felt bad for her because... we were attacked once and I almost died. Until then, my girlfriend keeps blaming herself, saying that if she wasn't scared like a kitten, I wouldn't have been stabbed.

I hug my girlfriend tighter, kissing her head over and over again.