So pretty.
The girl of my dreams.
Her face was carved from the angels.
Every little imperfection only added to her charm.
From top to bottom, she’s a goddess.
She looks at me in a way nobody else does.
Her piercing gaze, her pearly teeth visible inside her seductive lips.
Evoked an indescribable feeling within me
I’m in love.
She walked alongside me today.
So stiff, walking like a statue would.
She must feel the same way I do.
So hard to breathe. So intoxicating.
I want to touch her. I want to feel her.
I want her arms wrapped around me.
I want her in a way nobody else could.
And I know she feels the same way.
She will feel the same way.
I saw her today. She was talking to a guy.
Who is he? What is he doing with my betrothed?
A friend? A brother? A lover?
Why is she with him? She’s mine.
Why are they laughing? She shouldn’t be happy with anyone else.
She’s my woman. She can’t have anyone else.
I had to follow her.
It’s the only way I could save her.
She was walking with the guy late at night.
I know he’s bad for her.
He’s gonna hurt her.
I would never hurt her. I love her.
I know she loves me. She doesn’t love anyone but me.
He’s gone.
He took her home and left.
I’m so happy he left.
I followed him to a club. Of course he would go there.
A guy like him only cares about the body of a woman.
I cornered him against a wall. He thought I was crazy.
I’m not crazy. He’s the crazy one here.
I stabbed him in the gut.
He sobbed out as he perished.
How dare he cry? He doesn’t deserve to cry.
My love should be crying. She’s crying right now.
I need to comfort her. I need to be with her.
It’s a new day. I’m antsy.
I haven’t seen my love in so long.
It’s been too many hours for me to feel okay without her.
She was in the library, where she goes every Tuesday at exactly 5:07pm.
I must know her schedule. She loves it when I know her schedule.
She’s crying. She misses me.
She’s hugging herself, silent choked sobs.
I know she misses me. She only misses me.
She has a friend comforting her.
She’s saying that his murder was senseless.
Whose murder? The creep who followed her around?
His murder has a purpose! He was going to hurt her!
She’s trying to distort her mind. I need to save my baby.
She needs to go too.
Girls are easier to get. They’re weaker; can’t fight back.
I hate it when they fight back.
She begged for her life in the dark alleyway.
As if a criminal like her deserved life.
She tried to harm my wife too. She was dangerous.
I cleaned my hands, stained with the blood of a criminal.
I miss my betrothed.
I visited her house. I missed her too much to wait.
She’s bathing her body under the dim light in her bathroom.
Her silhouette was visible, even with the curtain separating her from me.
Even with the window separating her from me, I can still smell her.
She’s stepping out, her body fully on display.
I had to move a little so she wouldn’t see me.
I know her face would turn red if she saw me.
Her blush would be too strong to hide.
I wish I was in there with her.
Feeling her velvety skin across my fingertips.
I have to get in there.
I know she wants me.
Just as much as I want her.
We will be together.
She has cheated on me.
I saw her kiss another man today.
With a smile on her face, embracing that stranger.
I heard her say she loves him.
She can’t love him. She must only love me.
I must punish her for this. She’s betrayed my trust.
He must go too. He’s ruining our relationship.
She’s all mine. Only mine.
She brought him to her house for a date.
Her heavenly domain has been infected with a plague.
I must disinfect her.
His hands are ruining her pureness.
I must get in. I can’t let him do this.
She left her door unlocked. She wanted me to save her.
He must’ve forced her to be with him.
My baby would never betray me. She loves me.
I snuck up behind them. They were watching a movie in her living room.
He had his arm around her shoulder. Trapping her.
I moved quietly, wrapping my wire around his neck.
I moved perfectly, making sure that he couldn’t make a sound.
I sat with them for some time until it was just her and I alive.
She’s such a pretty doll, her eyes never moving from the screen.
So she didn’t notice when his arm moved away from her body.
She didn’t notice when the sofa got lighter.
And she didn’t notice when I wrapped my arms around her.
She said his name as she snuggled in next to me.
She didn’t know that I had saved her.
I didn’t correct her at first. I wanted to savor this moment.
Finally, our first interaction (outside of the glances she gave me).
Her breath synced with mine as we sat.
Up close, I could see how her eyelashes fluttered when she was tired.
How her warm body felt against mine.
How her angelic voice would create the most amazing yawns.
But I had to ruin the silence. She had to know that she was safe.
I whispered my name into her ear.
She sat up and stared at me with wide eyes.
She looked like a deer in headlights. Why would she look at me like that?
I tried to grab her in for a kiss, but she slapped me. How dare she slap me?
She cried for the man’s name but saw his corpse on the ground and screamed.
I tried to comfort her, but she called me crazy.
Me? Crazy?! This woman is out of her mind.
I have done nothing but love her unconditionally.
I sacrificed all of my time for her.
My whole existence surrounds her.
I do everything for her. I would do anything for her.
I got rid of 3 people for her.
She’s so ungrateful. So unloving.
Why did I ever love her?
I’ve wasted so much time with this ungrateful woman.
Enraged, I threw the vase that her father gifted her for her 23rd birthday.
It shattered against her head. She fell to the ground.
Bleeding out on the ground, she started crying out names.
Her parents, her friends, her lovers.
She wouldn’t say my name. So heartless.
I still decided to give her one kiss before she departed this world.
I cradled her body, her sweet blood soaking my shirt.
Her warmth slowly escaped her body, radiating mine.
Her angelic scent still filled the room.
I finally get to feel all of her. I get to touch her in a way nobody else can.
Her limp body moves with mine as if we’re soulmates.
We are soulmates. She is my betrothed.
As the sirens got closer, I gave her one last kiss.
Feeling her cold lips against mine felt so good.
As the men in blue uniforms yanked me away from her, I got one last look at her.
My baby, my lover, my betrothed. Mine.