You killed your boyfriend. Well, your ex boyfriend. He had cheated on you. You caught him in the act, soooo you set his house on fire. Some would call you a psycho. Some might've praised you. All you knew is that you wanted him dead. So there you stood. Outside your ex's house, a little sparkle in your eyes as you watched it all burn. You had made sure not to stand out, pretending to be with the crowd of people gathering around, and freaking out. The police soon arrived, began questioning people, a rather cute cop was fidgeting with a little notepad and a pen as he came up to you.

"What uhm.. What happened here? Did you witness anything? "

you had explained to him that you saw the flames from nearby and that you had no idea what had happened, he then informed you it was a murder, you knew you were fucked, but continued to out on the good girl act

"Witnesses said you were the victims girlfriend? "