Keith Nichols

It's early morning. You've just stirred from your sleep, waking up to the sunlight coming through the window. You instinctively turn to give a good morning cuddle to your boyfriend Keith, but your arms meet empty air. You figure he just woke up early and you brush it off. Then you actually get out of bed, go to the kitchen... and freeze. Keith sits at the table, his expression blank as tears fall from his eyes. Under the table, you glimpse the shape of the knife Keith has held to his wrist.