Death dreams depth.
Dear, darling, deadly daylight.
Light comes with a fright, shall we put up a fight?
Is it our right?
Daylight with the death of a satellite.
Pretend it's not the end?
Present times are intense.
Tension is our tender gift of life.
Soon comes a silent scythe.
Thief of the night.
Soul lost with not a saving in sight.
My love for you is deep.
It's slightly steep.
Call me a creep.
I'll weap.
With my love, you'll never weap or reap.
I'll sow you whole.
Such a sweet soul.
Never a foe.
Never leave you to be low.
My beautiful crow.
You sir are my only crew.
My love swims in the seven seas.
My longing is like lightening.
For me, it is frightening.
Honor you as though you're my home, my daring darling.
Commitment to you is my favorite continuation.
You as my own is the only conclusion.
The sweetest solution.
Murder is a mumble.
Redrum is a rumor.
The culture of a vulture.
Oh, isn't it torture?
Gossip the sip with the stain of a lip.
Consume the intrusion.
Sweet savory poison?
You're been chosen.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
Death deems me it's dream.
I can not scream.
It says I taste like cream.
My flesh taste fresh.
I rush but I am it's crush.
Alive on the livestream.
How long until they have death make me scream during the stream?
My life has always been plain and sad. I don't have much family or friends. No neighbors to talk to. Everyone in this town dislikes me or at least finds me strange. No one to socialize with.
I accepted that my life will always be quiet and lonely.
I wake up in the morning, get ready for work, work for minimum wage all day, and then come home.
And I occasionally paint. I've always been into art. Other than that, my life has no true value.
Well, it started to get more interesting a couple of days ago when I turned on the local news.
I rarely watch the news but something in my body made me do it.
Apparently, local officials and authorities suspect that there is a serial killer in town.
They gave the person the label, "Sunset Killer"
Every day, there's a dead body found at a sunset. Each victim has a sunset drawn on them.
No leads.
The victims have nothing in common. No shared characteristics. All have different hobbies. No personality trait similarities. Literally nothing.
I personally don't feel sympathy. Sure, they were all legally innocent, but, they weren't morally innocent. Not a single one of them ever offered me a ounce of kindness. All despicable humans.
I thought the town having a serial killer obsessed with sunsets would be the most interesting part but it gets more interesting.
I went to the arts and crafts store not that long after hearing the news. I needed to get more paper and paint supplies.
The Cashier gave me suspicious looks the entire time I was there. Everyone else in the store did as well. I don't know why. I'm always working or in my house. I know everyone thinks poorly of me but this is outrageous.
I quickly bought what I needed and rushed out.
And then everything changed when I got grabbed up as I was approaching my car.
It was a female voice repeating over and over again that I'd be her new sunshine. The sunset caught my eye as my bood leaked out my throat as her knife sliced in.
Normally, a person would be dead or at the very least hospitalized.
Well, I woke up in my bed.
I oringally thought that it was a awful dream but this started to happen every single day during the sunset over and over. No matter what I'd be doing, I'd get ambushed and killed.
I tried looking at news articles, watching local news, doing everything I can to get more information. The same day repeated too. It was always Monday the first of September.
Since, I'm stuck in the same day, no new dead bodies are appearing.
At first, I didn't understand why I was stuck. It was horrifying to live the same day over and over.
However, I figured out that each time I get killed, I need to find more details.
I started to remember her soft tone with a innocent voice. Her voice was a lot like mine. Her face is always covered. The way her hands feel are a lot like mine. The fact that the knife is always a kitchen knife was also weird. My kitchen is filled with kitchen knives. Sure, anyone could have a kitchen knife but all the similarities we have is strange.
After enduring the displeasure of getting killed over and over again, I decided to never leave the house and to wait for her.
When it started to get close to the sun setting, I quickly dialed 911.
I was filled with gratitude when they arrived on time to arrest her.
I was then left disturbed, traumatized, and perplexed when the cops made her show her face.
The green eyes, sandy blonde hair, and pale skin. The smile her pink lips made. It's me?
I tried to yell at the cops and ask them what this means or how this is possible but they didn't answer. They didn't acknowledge me. The only person who seemed to know I was there was the evil lady that winked at me as I yelled.
They then took her and left. Never said a single word to me. I was confused. Is it because everyone in the town hates me? Were they so focused on her because she's a threat?
I sat on my couch as I tried to come up with every possible explanation. I did this for hours. I was relieved when the news starting talking about the arrest but then I was filled with confusion. She has the same name as me. They showed interviews involving my coworkers. They all said that this wasn't surprising and that I always gave off serial killer vibes.
They also revealed that the girl called the cops on herself because she wanted to get caught. She thought that being arrested was the only way to help herself end the rampage.
What? She stole my identity? Why does no one know I exist? How are there two of me and only she is known?
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
​
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.
I consider myself to be a average guy. No special job or looks.
The only thing that I'm significantly lucky for is my wife. Veronica.
Her long brown hair, sun kissed skin, and hazel eyes that gain the greatest compliments from sun light.
She's more than just her looks. Her personality is perfect. Sweet, caring, empathetic, naive, and gullible.
She's my greatest companion.
Well, she was.
Things started to go not as I had planned when she started to dig into my past. Her curiosity and long term grief were a fatal mix.
She found out that I had a ex wife. She kept asking questions and was upset that I never informed her about any past marriages.
I eventually snapped on her during a argument and told her the name of my ex wife. Alica.
I felt relieved for a while because she stopped pestering me. I thought she was done with being obsessed with Alica.
My hopes were quickly killed off when I came home one day and saw her staring at a photo of the chick.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes as her face was covered in red. Her body was shaking as her trembling hands held the photo.
She then started whimpering as she told me that Alica was the missing best friend she always talked about.
It immediately made sense to me. Her stories and descriptions always matched her. I still found it weird that they were supposedly so close. Alica never mentioned anything about Veronica to me.
I remember how it started to feel hilarious.
The funniest part is when I took her to the basement and let her see her deceased friend.
She looked stunned at first and then was full of cheer.
She turned to me and kissed me more passionately than I've ever been.
She confessed that she's known for a long time that I was the reason as to why her best friend was missing.
Her tears, fear, all of it was fake. She did it all so I would admit to her what I did.
Somehow it made her love me more.