You took my breath away.
Your eyes resemble the blue sky, like two blue pearls glowing in the dark. Your skin is smooth as silk, and your cheeks were red roses that blossomed in my garden. You had a smile on your face, a smile that is as bright as the warming sun lighting up every part of my being.
I wish that you were mine.
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"Hey," you said after class one day, "do you want to have coffee with me?"
When I heard that request, I exploded with excitement. What followed afterwards was like being in paradise. We were having plenty of coffee while soft jazz music was playing in the background. Our conversations turned to countless hours. It was just you, me, and your sweet voice. I wish I could record your voice so I can replay it endlessly.
I want you to be mine.
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I started to notice everything you do, from small actions like doodling during class to tiny habits you did without you noticing. Despite not doing anything extraordinary, you somehow captivated me. I sometimes found myself staring at you for hours on end. It got to a point where I felt like something was missing. I wanted to know more.
I knew that you were mine.
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I found myself following you to your house all the time. I was a fish on a hook, and you were the bait that I could not stop resisting. Every day I would automatically go to your house, creeping through your windows.
One day after class, you called me over. Your smile no longer shines the rays of sunlight but was replaced with a grim frown. Your brows were knitted together tightly, and you were glaring at me. I asked you what's wrong.
"Don't pretend that you didn't do anything," you said in a relatively flat and lower voice, much different from the sweet voice that I adored, "What were you doing in my backyard yesterday?"
I was taken aback. How did he see me yesterday? I thought he was doing his homework! How could I be so careless that I didn't even realize it?
You let out a cold voice, a voice that made me shiver-
"Stop stalking me, you creep."
That's when she appeared.
Right when we were having the conversation, she came up to you. She greeted you cheerfully with a plummy voice, and with her dry, filthy lips, she kissed you one of your blossomed cheeks. You left the room with her holding your delicate hand, leaving me standing alone as your grey-blue eyes pierced through me like a spear.
I was heartbroken.
I thought you were mine.
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And I was furious. Why would you choose someone you just met a few days ago over me? Aren't we supposed to be together? I thought you liked me! Then I figured the reason why you would reject me. Of course! It's very obvious that she manipulated you as she kept flirting with you, making you think that you love her. In reality, you love me more than you knew.
You are supposed to be mine.
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I've done it.
The snowy sheets bloomed with small red poppies as her body slowly blossomed in patches of red. I watched as the painted sheets were thrown in the clear water, the redness dissolving into the clear liquid. I watched as her lifeless body was thrown inside a truck, inside a bag filled with filth and grime.
From now on, no one will get in the way between you and me.
Because you love me, and I love you.
You are mine.