He sat in the large leafy maple tree directly in front of her bedroom window. He chose that tree because it hid him well at night when he stayed there for hours watching her.
He watched the rise and fall of her chest and torso when she breathed steadily during slumber. He's been watching her for years and she never closed her curtains.
He stared in contempt as he admired her features in the dimly lit room barricaded by the window. How he would curse that window. It was the only thing separating them.
Days went by as he studied how to enter her room. He bought an exact replica of her window and began to work on ways how to open it.
Just looking through the window wasn't cutting it anymore for him. He would never talk to her if they were ever in the same area.
He kept his head low and passed her as if he wasn't deeply and utterly obsessed with her.
He often imagined himself running his tattered fingers through her thick, curly, brown mane. He wondered what it would be like to hold her in his arms. How she would smell.
Sometimes his own fantasies would drive him over the edge and he would get too close.
The night was dark and heavily clouded. His heart sped up as he thought over his plans. His hands fiddled with the bag of tools thrown over his shoulder.
It was time and he wasn't sure what he would do when he was in there. He wondered how she would react if she catches him looming over her.
He began to work at the screws keeping the window to the wall. After minutes of slow, silent working he was finally able to enter his beloved's sanctuary.
For a moment he was still. His hands were sweaty and the nerves inside him ran rampant.
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She was awake. She knew who he was. She heard every quiet ruckus that came from her tree every night over the past years. She was not blissfully unaware as she knew he thought she was.
She had been waiting for this moment. She could hardly contain her excitement. She almost shuddered as she heard his feet land on the soft carpeting floor of her room.
She waited until he was directly looking down at her before she turned. As she turned, she quickly grabbed the sharp knife that always resided under her pillow.
He let out a squeak of surprise when the knife made contact with his liver followed by an odd-sounding cry of agony.
She watched as the look of betrayal flashed in his eyes as the blood spluttered out of him like a garden sprinkler.
He sank to the floor holding unto the knife lodged into his chest. She smiled as she watched him struggle. She stayed eerily quiet throughout the whole ordeal. Not one ounce of regret washed over her.
He didn't know who she truly was and that is what broke him more than the itching, firey pain rippling through his body.
꧁༺- // - 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 <3 𝓐𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱 -//-༻꧂
