You raised the knife to his throat as he realized who you were. And who were you? A murderer. You had been planning to kill him, and here he thought you actually loved him. The worst part was he loved you. No, he loves you. His eyes widened, as your face deemed unreadable and cold. The song "Black Out Days" by Phantogram played in the background over and again. He said nothing, until he decided to speak.

"You're a murderer..."