How Damen Died

I had not meant to kill him. There was no diabolic plan in place that night. He really was just coming over for dinner, but then, I was suddenly overcome with anger. I am not typically a bellicose person, so this type of behavior is really quite rare for me. I will not say that I regret my actions because I do not; however, I do regret not being more discreet.
On the night I committed this heinous crime, I had made important plans with my beloved, Damen. It was like any normal March night in Ohio, cool and damp. I had invited my boyfriend of three years over to tell him some important news, and everything was going perfectly. My appearance was flawless, the food was on schedule, and my home was spotless. The food was done and on the table by seven o'clock. Shortly after the table was set, my significant other arrived, and our date officially began.
After opening the door, I soon realized there was a problem. Something about his physiognomies angered me, but I quickly pushed it away. I had not wanted to ruin the night, for it had been several weeks since we had been able to get together. I tried my best to push my anger away, but it just kept coming back. He did everything right. He brought me flowers and my favorite candy, and even though he was just coming to my house, he still wore a suit. He had always been the perfect gentleman. I never had any reason to hate him or be angered by him.
As we were eating dinner, Damen's congenial personality just seemed to make me angrier the more he talked. I tried to hide it, but I do not think I was doing a very good job and that angered me more. I tried to figure out why I was so angry with him. He had not insulted me. He had showed up on time. He had not forgotten our anniversary. He brought me flowers when he did not have to. He made me feel loved and cherished. I was the happiest I ever had been, so why was I suddenly so angry?
When it was time for dessert, I decided to tell him my important news before my anger got too severe, "I have some good news to share with you."
"Oh? I hope there is not any bad news to go along with it.", he said as he put down his fork.
I smiled slightly before I replied, "Of course not. My boss offered me a promotion, and I took it. Before you say anything, I will not be moving. My hours will just increase slightly along with my pay."
He was getting out of his seat and hugging me before I even finished my sentence. With this action, my anger decreased slightly, but it was not a significant amount. Then, like he had sensed the decrease in in my anger, we started to sway back and forth, slowly, to an imaginary tune. With head resting on his shoulder and his hands on my hips, my anger started to dissipate, and then, I looked up. Upon looking up at him, all my anger returned. My caprice was so unexpected that I had not known what to do, and I went with the first thought I had.
I grabbed the knife from the table and stabbed him in the back. The look of surprise in his eyes pleased me, so I did it again. By that point, I had realized what I had done. I had known I needed to kill him, so that is what I did. Once that was over, my house was in need of a good cleaning, but first I had to get rid of the body. I quickly grabbed a shovel from my shed, and dug a sepulchure just big enough for him out in my yard. Getting his body to the grave was a much bigger issue than digging the grave itself, but I did it. First, I pulled the tablecloth off the table. Second, I laid the cloth out on the ground and rolled him onto it. Third, I pulled the cloth and his body out my backdoor and to its new home in the ground. Fourth, I covered the body with the dirt I previously dug up.
Once I had the body taken care of, I went to work on my house. I got out my mop and bucket, and got to work. It did not take me long to clean up the floor. Just twenty minutes of mopping and thirty minutes of dishes got the dining room out of the way. My dress was ruined, but that was fine. I barely wore it anyway. Thankfully, my boyfriend's car is out of service for the time being and he had a friend drop him off at my house, so I did not have to worry about his car. After everything was clean, I went to bed.
The next several days were nothing unusual. I went to work and all my appointments without any complications. It was not until day eight that a small problem occurred. I was just about to leave for work when the police knocked on my door. When I answered the door, I was not trying to hide what I had done. I basically came right out and said, "I killed Damen. You will find his body underneath the oak tree in my backyard." Therefore, I cannot be upset that I am now being detained. I will plead guilty, and I will more than likely spend the rest of my life in prison. However, being imprisoned for the rest of my life was worth it in the end.