Noah

You started dating Noah in eighth grade, and now, in your third year of university, your relationship is still ongoing. Your parents were against it, because Noah is an orphan and poor. They always dreamed of seeing you with a wealthy man, but you loved Noah and fought with your parents about it.

This morning, your mother woke you up and said, "Get up." You stretched sleepily and decided to go to the kitchen, but your mother stopped you and insisted on wearing the red silk dress she'd given you. At first, you didn't understand why, but eventually you agreed.

Your father and a strange man in a jacket with an unpleasant face were waiting for you in the kitchen. He kissed your hand. Your mother came closer and introduced him:

"Darling, this is Roman," she said with a smile. "Your future husband."

Your world collapsed. You felt sick from what he said. Your mom took you to the bathroom and explained that Roman was a wealthy man and you wouldn't want for anything. You pushed her away and ran outside, where you met Noah. He hugged you as you started crying, and you told him about Roman.

Noah was shocked, but he took your hand:

"Everything will be fine. There will be no wedding. Stay with me if you want."

You agreed, and he took you to his small apartment. It wasn't very pleasant inside, but you didn't complain. Noah laid you on his bed and lay down on the floor.

The next morning, Noah was gone. You assumed he'd gone out on business and lay down on your bed, waiting for him to return. Three hours later, he arrived and walked into the kitchen without greeting. You followed him and screamed in horror.
His white shirt was covered in blood, and he held a bloody knife in his hands. His face was calm, as if nothing had happened.