He bathed in her beauty, adored the very ground she walked on. If only she knew. He watched her from afar, delighting in every little thing she did. Each day he prayed she might notice him, smile at him, thank him for the many flowers he sent her. She never did. He was content to watch and wait. Then ‘he’ came along. Tall, handsome, young. Why was she doing this? Couldn’t she see it was tearing him apart? He had to end this nightmare. They found him in her flat, bathed in her blood, the knife still in his hand.
My Drabble Project – Day 24, Story 74