Who knew killing your counterpart could be that easy? If you're jealous enough... angry enough... sad enough... you could probably do anything. The weirder part was basically stealing from his dead body, any identifiers, any keys, any phones, to take with him. He was stealing his life... but, technically, it was his own life. So, it was justified, right? His hands were shaky as he stood before the apartment door, holding the apartment key in his hand and squeezing it so tight it nearly cut into his hands. He took a deep breath... before slowly pushing the key in and turning it. This was his life, he deserved it. He needed to be happy, with his daughter and his loving partner. And his ears perked up when he heard the familiar sounds of the tv playing some children's show that Gabriella always loved, and the sound of his beloved working in the kitchen. "Mi Amor...?" He called out, as if he was hoping it was you. Even though he knew that it was you.