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Breakfast

I dream a nightmare. I killed Emric's family, and him. I shot them. They died. I wake up gasping. Emric sits up beside me. "What? Are you okay?" He sounds worried. I fall into him, knocking both of us back down. I cry into his shirt. He holds me, silently. I cry myself to sleep on him.

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I wake up to an amazing smell. Emric isn't here anymore. There's breakfast on the bed. I eat it, realizing how hungry I am. From the doorway, I hear, "don't eat it too fast, you could get sick." I look up. Malvin. I gasp, choking in my food. My whole body tenses. "Relax. I got you some food as an apology." I spit it out on the plate. I contemplate yelling for Emric. I decide if something happens, I'll hit him this time. I recall sticking a knife in my pant leg before leaving my apartment.

"What do you want?" I ask.

He blinks innocently. "Me? Want something?" He pauses. "I do. You." He approaches me. I swallow, hand on the hilt of the knife. He grabs my wrists, and I try to break loose. He pulls me into him. He lets go of my wrists and has his hands behind my back, pinning me to him. He pushes me up against a wall. He holds me up by my shoulders. "I knew you'd be trouble. I should've killed you when I had the chance. Now, I'm in trouble. My wedding is coming sooner."

He glares at me. "Since you're about to die, I just as well tell you a secret. I had the procedure. It didn't work." He grabs my throat. My vision blurs. He's looking into my eyes. I reach for the knife, he doesn't even see it. With a flash of light bouncing off the blade, I plunge it into his chest. He lets go, I fall to my knees and look up. He makes a gurgling sound, and collapses. Dead. I pass out.