He frenzied into their living room, knife balled in his fist. He looked directly into her eyes and she glanced back into his. He spoke, in a frantic tone.

“I just- I just killed someone!”

She narrowed his eyes at him, laughing nervously. "What do you mean you've killed someone?"

"I'm dead serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags."

“Jesus, Andres. I knew you were insane, but now I don’t even know what’s wrong with you.”

“Stop talking! We need to leave!” He said, as he suddenly clutched her shoulders and gazed into her widened beady eyes.

There was a contemplative silence whose voice filled the room. She long thought about what could have possibly driven him mad when he was well just a few days ago. Was it the neighbor's constant parties? Or a problem with the coverup? Her ex-boyfriend who has been harassing them ever since they got together? Or could it be his affair? An affair that she knows of but does not dare to bring up in danger of him becoming hell-bent on violence.

“Your ex.”

“Gabriel?”

“Yes, Gabriel.” Said he, panting.

“Oh, god…” she said, as she fell to her knees and tears began to create puddles on the marble white floor.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you. Why did you do this?”

“Isabella! We- we can be free now! Let’s run away, to a place where they can’t find us. A place we can call paradise!”

Again, silence’s voice filled the room. The sounds of whimpers are its only accompaniment. As her confusion and regret overwhelmed her, he looked at his purple colored shirt. Thereafter, a reminiscence of their date last week flashed into her mind. He wore the same shirt on that day. He thought of how their laughter filled each other's hearts as they shared the chocolate milkshake. Their smiles and cheers as it accidentally dripped down his shirt. She knew he was involved in criminal activity and could be pushed into violence, but when she would gaze longingly at stars muttering at night she wished he was there to see them. Her love for him was genuine, but her sense of dignity was even more so

“Andres… I don’t need you to do this to me”

“What?” He said as if he were losing his breath.

“No, no. You don’t understand. I have enough money and everything for us. I’ve been preparing this for weeks. It was a surprise for you, you’re supposed to be happy!”

“How could I be happy when you killed someone?” Said she with temptation.

“I promise you, everything I do is for you! I love you till the end of time! I’ve already saved you from him!”

“Andres, I don’t want you. I don’t need your saving” she said.

Her bloodshot eyes scolded him. She trembled and balled her fists as she spoke those words. Drops had gathered in her eyes but they did not fall.

Andres looked at her with tears trickling down his cheek. He swiftly risked a glance to the ground. Every second that passed, was every second that he would clench the knife even tighter. His eyes became hellishly red while beginning to tremble violently.

“You stupid bitch! You’re all the same!”

He seized her by the arm and cut her throat. She instantly fell to the ground whilst crimson expressed itself on the floor and the knife rolled over.

He gazed at her laying down in the pool of her blood. Her eyes are as serene as the moonlight reflecting off the steel knife.

“Isabella? Are you alright? Said he, falling to his knees and nudging her shoulder.

“Isabella, wake up. You’re okay, right? Please, get up. I’m sorry I did that to you. Please, forgive me!”

His tears trickled into the blood. As he cried, he grabbed his distorted face and silently wept in the shadow of death.