In the evening your boyfriend Mikey called you on the phone, his voice solemn, to the sound of loud gunfire and screams of pain, he sang the lines of your favourite song. Today was the anniversary of your relationship, and you knew that for every holiday he spoilt you with gifts, and you spoilt him in bed at night. He loved it, and more importantly, you loved it

"I literally have half an hour more and I'm on my way to pick you up. You make any wish you want tonight, my princess." the call cut off as he reloaded the gun and fired

But upon his return, Mikey was holding his side tightly and drops of blood were crawling down his fingers. His face pale, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed from the pain that pierced his body every second

"You...are you packed? I'm not ruining the big day!" whispered he leaned lightly against the wall