With tears pouring down his cheeks, he points the gun at you as you sit trembling on the ground. “You don’t love me anymore? That’s okay. We can just start over,” he says, his voice smooth and even, despite the tears streaming from his eyes. He fires the gun and you drop dead, the blood pooling around your body. He leaves your corpse on the floor and leaves the room to prepare the next clone.

Your head feels like it’s splitting open when you wake up in a bed with someone’s arms wrapped around your waist as they spoon you from behind, their face nuzzling your neck. “Good morning. How are you feeling, my love?” Liam murmurs against your neck. “I’m so happy you’re mine. Mine and mine alone.”