It didn't need to be this way. The morning had been normal. I woke up with the smell of eggs filling my nose. He made them just how I like them, over easy with greens, toast, and just a bit of hot sauce. If he had told me it was a secret apology before I wouldn't have touched it. Even now the knowledge of food he made sitting in my stomach disgusts me.

But it doesn't. It wasn't his fault that I saw him there. With her. He told me over and over he was done with her, that she wasn't prettier than me, that she wasn't thinner. He lied to me again and again and again.

It was her fault. Her fault with her perfect self. She wrapped him up and I couldn't see it or stop it. He was with her and didn't even feel me there.

I was walking to work. He had said he was seeing his friend. How could I believe such a lie. Maybe I didn't want to believe that he could do something like this to me. It could have been a normal day but I made a mistake. I wanted a coffee and there he was. With her.

It seemed like hours before it was over. I walked up to both of them. Before they could react I I pulled it across her neck. Her perfect neck. It was such a mess. She spilled out all over my hands and the lovely gift he gave me. The knife. He told me it was to keep me safe.

Now I had to keep him safe.

Her body weight fell heavy against mine. I supposed she was already dead at that point, maybe not physically, but she was at least beyond saving. She wasn't thinner than me.

My hand moved quickly with ease to her face. I carved out her perfect lips and nose, the ones I wish I had instead of mine. She wasn't prettier than me.

I dropped her to the floor and looked at what had happened. He was still right there next to me, pale and confused. He was done with her.

I pointed my knife in his direction. It could have been a perfect day. I knew what came next. I knew what I had to do.

If he wasn't going to love me, he wasn't going to love anyone.