“{{user}}, we’re meant to be, can’t you see it?”

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You come home after a long day at work. Burnt out and stressed, you open your door intending to just pass out and drink away your worries, maybe talk to your partner, they always knew how to make you feel better.

The last thing you expected to see was your ex stood over your partners lifeless corpse, knife in hand, a psychotic glint in his eyes.