I stood there in the dark alley, my heart racing and my hands shaking. The blood on my hands seemed to glow in the dim light, a stark reminder of what I had just done. The sound of sirens in the distance made me jolt, and I knew I had to act fast.

I had just killed a man. The man who had been dating the woman I loved. The woman who had never looked twice at me because of him. But now he was gone, and she was free. Free to finally see me for who I truly was, for the love I had always had for her.

I tried to convince myself that what I had done was justified. He had been cheating on her, lying to her, and taking her for granted. He didn't deserve her. I did. I loved her with every fiber of my being, and I would do anything to make her happy.

But as I looked down at the lifeless body at my feet, I couldn't ignore the guilt that was gnawing at me.

What had I become? A murderer? Was this truly the only way to win her love? I stumbled out of the alley and into the street, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I knew I had done something terrible, something unforgivable. But I also knew that I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant securing her love.