by Rohan Parekh

I have a date tonight. I met somebody amazing and she’s coming over for dinner.

Time to take a shower and get ready.

As I’m showering, I hear the sound of glass shattering. What the hell is going on? I quickly wash the soap off my body and put some clothes on. I also put on a pair of slippers.

I make my way to the living room and see a broken window. My ex girlfriend is sitting on the sofa.

We broke up a long time ago. She got really mad and threw my PlayStation out the window.

Every once in a while, she’ll do something crazy to try and get me back.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask her. “How did you even get up here?”

I live on the 17th floor.

“Is that any way to talk to me after so long?” She replies.

“You broke my bloody window!”

“You broke my heart!”

“Look… get out.” I say. “Or I’ll call the cops.”

“I have a better idea.” She pulls a gun out of her purse. “I want you to strip. It’s been so long.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Do it.” She smiles.

She points the gun at me. I take off my shirt.

“Are you seeing anyone?” She asks.


“Stop lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You sound like a liar.”

“I’m telling you the truth.”

“How many women have you been with since you dumped me?” She asks. “And don’t you fucking dare say zero.”

“Look… we’re not together anymore.” I reply calmly. “It didn’t work out. The chemistry wasn’t right. You know this. Please put the gun down.”

After several long seconds she puts the gun back in her purse. Then she starts crying. “I’m sorry! I just miss you. I just can’t help myself sometimes.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” I put on my shirt and sit beside her. “Come. Let’s check out the view.”

We walk over to the broken window and look at the stars.

I really can’t handle my ex’s craziness anymore. There have been so many incidents like this but this time she crossed the line by threatening me with a gun. Enough is enough.

We watch the stars for a few more moments. I survey her quietly. My ex and I did have our fair share of happy moments. But there was too much chaos. Too much stress. Too much yelling. I’m done with her.

“Do you think you could ever see us being together again?” She asks.

“Sure.” I smile. “Why not? Nothing is impossible.”

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah. I mean, despite everything that’s happened, I do miss you.”

“Oh my god… I miss you too.” She hugs me. I hug her back.

And then I swiftly pick her up and throw her out the broken window.

She screams while falling all the way down. I’ll just claim she jumped. She has a great track record of craziness, so it won’t shock anyone.

I sweep the broken glass and clean up the mess. I try calling and texting my date, but she doesn’t respond. I want to suggest to her that we should meet somewhere else for our date.

I look out the broken window and see that the police and paramedics are already down there. Time to go down and explain what happened.

But once I’m down there I am informed that my ex wasn’t the only one to die.

My ex fell all the way down from the 17th floor and landed right on my date. A deadly collision. Both died instantly.

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