I take a sip of the scalding hot coffee, all the while looking at the man across the street. He looks like such a kind, sweet man. On his face is a slight hint of a moustache with a clean shaven beard. What little hair he has is a very light blonde colour.

Normally I wouldn't be fawning over random men on the street but it has been such a long time since I've been in a relationship.

I was twenty four years old and fresh out of college with my Bachelors Degree in Journalism when I met this gorgeous man named Todd. He was homeless at the time, but the moment I looked at him — his black hair, his short beard, caterpillar moustache — I knew that there would be no way that I would be able to resist the temptation to make him mine.

Less than a week later we got engaged. I never met any of his family nor did he meet mine. That would normally be a turn off for people, but the fact I had a private relationship with someone invigorated me, made me feel whole.

It wasn't until one fateful night, nine months later, that we broke off our engagement. The wedding was to take place one month later. He got cold feet and ran off in to the sunset without me.

I am quite rudely jolted out of my daydreaming of what could have been with Todd when I hear an ear shattering noise that sounded oddly familiar.

I only knew it was a gunshot because I looked across the street and saw the guy I was fawning over, laid savagely on the sidewalk, blood pooling out of his gut and onto the littered ground.

A figure stood above him, savagery obvious in his appearance with his hoodie and sweatpants on.

It wasn't until he turned around, sauntering toward the building, faced toward me that it became clear to me that the guy, the murderer, the one who senselessly slayed another human being is none other than…

"Todd?" I whisper to myself, tears rolling down my face, shock no doubt showing on my expression.

He smiles at me, pointing the gun ahead.

There are an infinite amount of goosebumps all over my skin as Todd makes his away across the street and enters the coffeeshop. Nobody knows in his pocket is a handgun until he takes it out and shoots the host. She was such a sweet lady, but now Jennifer's body is rudely sprawled across the floor, blood slowly spilling out of her and onto the burgundy carpet of the restaurant.

My ears pop as I hear the now muffled screams of the frequenters of the eatery. The chair that I'm sitting on is thrown backward as I burst out of my seat and run to the bathroom, anxiety clouding every part of my being as I look in the mirror, tears streaming my rosy cheeks.

"Why is this happening?" I scream, trying to think of what in our relationship could even indicate that he would even be capable of such a savage act of power.

The door behind me opens. No muffled screams are heard as the door slams behind Todd, who looks visibly taken aback by the look on my face.

Todd slides his hand across his mouth, opens the lips that I once used to kiss so passionately and says "What… You didn't think this would happen?"

I look at him. I try to see him. I see nothing. The person I once knew, I once lived with, I once hugged, had sex with, was intimate with, is gone. That person I knew is replaced with a savage, hateful, unforgivable person.

"You murdered our three month old child and ran away," Todd explains, ignoring the look of confusion and rage on my face.

"The fact you didn't think there'd be consequences for your actions shocks me."