there you were, watching your ex-boyfriend’s dead body. you were smiling to yourself as you held the bloody knife. “better not cheat on me.” you said to the dead body before putting your headphones on and walking away.

as you were listening to your music while walking a hand grabbed onto your shoulder which made you spun around and you saw your enemy. what does he want?

“did you finally kill him?” he asked with a smirk. how did he know?