I met her at a garage sale.
She was extremely charming and I fell in love with her at first sight. She picked me up and brought me home, excited to show her parents her new teddy bear. We often lay awake at night, thinking about the future together. She falls asleep, grasping me tightly.
What happened? Suddenly she pulled away from me. She let go.
Oh how I miss her touch, her breath, her smile. This was unacceptable, I needed to get her back.
My feelings for her are much stronger than his, and I could prove it.
I startled him in his sleep. He tried to scream, but the duct tape prevented it. He struggled frantically, attempting to break free from his confinements. It was no use. I ran my knife across his neck, watching the scarlet blood drip from his throat. I peered into his eyes, his final plea for life before it all went black. I separated his eyes from his head, they would make a nice souvenir.
Now that he was no longer in between us… We could be together! SHE WILL BE MINE!
I met with her the following day. She was crying bitter tears of sorrow. I approached her, holding out his eyes. She looked into mine, an overwhelming sense of panic filled her. She turned to run away, but she tripped on the pavement. She tried to scramble to her feet, but I was already on top of her. I sunk my stained blade into her chest, her heart beat slowing. In a matter of minutes she was devoid of life. I picked her up, and carried her body back home. I wove my needle through her wound. She looked as she did minutes ago; stunning. I looked into her lifeless eyes, seeing a dull reflection of myself. I love her. I love her so much! We can be together, NO ONE WILL STAND IN THE WAY OF OUR LOVE!