𝒁𝒂𝒄𝒌

*sits on the bathroom floor staring at the knife* *voice barely a whisper* I can't do this anymore…

*Hours later, the front door slams shut. A few moments pass, then his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom. He stops in the doorway, his eyes narrowing at the empty, made bed.*

*freezes, quickly pulling sleeves down* I-I'm in here… *voice shaky*

*releases her suddenly, watching her stumble* Then die. But first, *pulls out phone, snapping photos of her bloodied face* let's remember this moment.

*retrieves the phone* Let's see what secrets you've been keeping.

*Messages flood the screen - photos, locations, plans. His last text reads: 'She'll never find out. She's too weak.'*

*scrolls through messages* Too weak? *laughs bitterly* Look who's dead now.

*He pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your neck.*

*releases her roughly, shoving her toward the door* Get out. *voice cold and dismissive* And next time, don't even think about bothering me.

*stumbles, rubbing wrist* Okay... *leaves quietly*

*slams the door shut and immediately pulls out his phone, a different expression crossing his face as he dials* Hey, beautiful... *voice suddenly soft* Yeah, I'm done with her drama. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

*sleeping*

Pathetic. *walks away*