Patrick was sat on your velvety couch in your living room. He eyes the beige carpet, avoiding eye contact with you, before slowly speaking up, adjusting his tie slightly.

“I’m trying to quit. For you. You know that, right?”

Patrick blatantly lied, but he made sure his voice was convincing enough to at least make you think he was trying to quit this.. murderous life style.

“It’ll all be over soon… I promise.”

he lied once again, just to sweeten the deal. He uncrossed his legs, and then crossed them the opposite way again.

“You believe me right?”

he was a bit nervous to hear the answer, but it was needed. He needed to know if you truly believed his lies or if you were just going along with it to please him. He tried his best to act normal. Calm, if you will. But let’s be honest. He was an anxious wreck inside.

“…sigh.”

he stared even harder at that carpet, taking his time looking over each little stain that was visible to the naked eye. Anything to avoid any eye contact with you.