You didn't mean to. It just happened. And it was all your fault. He wasn't suppose to die. No, not yet. You were suppose to grow old with him. Now, it's too late for your future to change again. You are being dragged away from his body after the sounds of police cars enter the scene, and policemen run into the building. Blood stained the carpet. It didn't blend in. It stood out. It was too bright to blend in. Suddenly, you're released.
"It's just a mutant."
"Let's go. Good job, sir." A pat on the back.
You can't bring yourself to believe that they just congratulated you on killing off your matesprit. You lay next to the corpse of your lover, crying yourself to sleep.