It's understandable why Ethan was scared of me when it happened and yet I still did it... why did I do it? Why did I kill him? I guess... I should start from the beginning for you reading this to understand it. Ethan and I were in a relationship... a fun one filled with snuggles and hugs and kisses. He was the reason I would talk to people he was friends with. Then one day it happened... he was talking to another girl and I got worried he didn't love me anymore. "N-no he still loves me.... he wouldn't just abandon me like that..." Thoughts ran through my head as I paced my bedroom. "M-maybe she wants to steal him from me... yeah that's it! She must die... that way Ethan will be mine... only mine." The next day I grabbed a knife before going to school and hid it in my backpack. She was gonna pay for even talking to him. A little while later it was just me and her behind the school. "Why did you want me to meet you back here." I rustled through my bag, unknown to me, Ethan was watching not far away. "Well I wanted to discuss with you about something." I hid the knife behind my back as I approached. "Oh what did you want to talk to me about?" Me and her were face to face by the time I replied, "Why were you talking to my Ethan?" "W-what do you mean?" I revealed the knife suddenly, holding it to her neck. "Ethan is mine... and only mine." I swiftly sliced her throat open, blood staining my outfit and that's when I noticed him. His eyes were wide with terror as he began to ran. I chased after him in a blind rage mixed with panic. He was soon pinned down to the ground as I stabbed the back of his neck. When it all settled down I realized what I had done. I killed him. I killed the only one I loved. I cleaned everything up and when I got home... I cried. "He's gone... what is wrong with me... why did I do that?" I'm so sorry, Ethan.... I hope you can find it within you to forgive me.... especially since I'll be joining you soon....