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he sighed slightly and just ran the gel through his hair before grabbing a Pop-Tart from the box before jumping into his car, making a mental note to bake himself something at his girlfriend's house.

The ride didn't take long. Time seemed to fly. His mind was still slightly clouded with fatigue, and most of the drive there was a large blur, he'd realize weeks later, when asked to describe the incident.

Pulling up at his girlfriend's house, he nonchalantly hopped out of his car, hoping she'd stay calm. After all, he WAS late. A couple knocks on the door later, he realized he was still standing on the front porch. Normally, she was up at this hour. Five o'clock, to be exact, was her awakening hour. Then she'd hop into a bath and go about her business for the rest of the day. He knocked again. His mind raced with possibilities as once again, the door wasn't answered. Slipping the extra key she'd given him, from his pocket, he used it to unlock the door, cocking his head in confusion as he noticed the house was completely dark. He breathed a sigh of relief; she must have slept late.

Slowly creeping up the stairs to surprise her, he gently pushed open her bedroom door, surprised to see that it was empty, the bed neatly made. He crept off into the nearest room, the bathroom, and gave a scream that would have matched his girlfriend's as he starred at the gruesome sight in front of him. His girlfriend, appearing to be dead, lying in a tub of waist-high water, puddles of water strewn over the floors and the walls. Her face was in the most terrifying look: One of regret and one of fear. Her fingernails were dug so tightly into her palms, blood had dripped from the skin, now dried. The water, now a light, cloudy pink, was completely still.

His mind reacted quickly, running forward to his girlfriend's body, checking the pulse of his lover. Nothing. Nada. She was dead. Tears rushed to his eyes, but fighting them back, he moved over to her bedroom phone, and phoned the police, rambling off the directions and address that seemed so familiar to him. Afterwards, he moved back to the bathroom, and kneeled beside the tub, now finally letting the tears flow.

*

The wait until the police arrived seemed almost endless. The tears kept flowing, until his head pounded in a headache. He wanted to hold her hand so badly, despite the fact that he knew it'd be cold and lifeless, but he avoided it, not wanting to mess up the police's evidence. He couldn't resist giving his pride and joy a kiss

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