That Sinking Feeling

I told Alice that I had a loving family; six beautiful dogs that kept my schizophrenic parents sane.
I think I loved Alice. I don’t know if she loved me back.
I didn’t want to know, do you get that feeling?
We were to have dinner at my parents’ house. She synced our calendars so I wouldn’t forget.
I stood above her empty bed that night with her swiss knife. I had put down “Murder Alice” as an event. No wonder she ran away.
I looked over my shoulder at the mirror and winked at Alice.
“Clever girl!” I whispered.
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