Your washing the dishes, and at last is the knives. You wash every knife and then look at the sharpest and admire it's shininess. It sparkles, and you have a connection. You think about it. "Should I do it?" You hold the knife to your heart and then. Your boyfriend h/n comes in. He stands in horror and sadness and begins to sob. He runs away, tears streaming down his face. "H/N! COME BACK!" You run after him and find him curled up under the bedsheets sobbing and crying. "H/n, I'm sorry.." you apologise.  "Never do that again y/n." He responds, his voice raspy from crying. You know what will cheer him up so you unbutton your shirt and show your breasts to him. It turns him on and he fucks you hard. After, he says "please don't leave me. I love you."