Mine

She has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her tall thin figure, her long brunette hair, her blue eyes are like looking into the ocean. She is an exquisite creature. It takes only one interaction for me to decide that she is who I want. In fact, I believe she already belongs to me, she just doesn’t know it yet. Our hands touch as she hands me back my book, a sudden surge of electricity fills me to my core. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she stands so close to me, I can get a faint scent of her perfume. It’s intoxicating, the sweet smell fills my heart with excitement. I ask her if she is available for lunch some time. She smiles, she’s embarrassed but flattered. She tells me she is already seeing someone and in fact, he is waiting for her outside.

I can tell just by looking, but he doesn’t deserve her. He is rushing her. He doesn’t appreciate the art of literature the same way she does. She tells me that she needs to go but says it was a pleasure to meet me. I am at a loss for words, so I only smile as she walks away. I want to get her name, but she is gone before I can build the nerve. I’ve seen her at this café before, so I know it will only be a matter of time before I see her again. He revs the engine to his corvette as she gets inside. My heart immediately fills with rage. Her and I are able to be together, I just need him out of the picture first.

I go home that night, but I will be back at the café tomorrow and I will continue to go to that café everyday until I see her again. When I go home, I cannot get her put of my head. I dream of her. I dream of the day where we can finally be together. The next day arrives. I wake up early, take a shower, eat a hardy breakfast then I am out the door. I am discouraged to find that she isn’t there. I order a coffee and a muffin and sit down with a book. ‘The Obsession’ by Nora Roberts. I feel like she would like the book but unfortunately, she never shows up. Why not? I’ve seen her come here four times before! Perhaps HE kept her from coming. If I can just get her away from him, show her I much I lover her, than she would be happy.

Three days pass before I see her again. She’s at the café. She looks as stunning as always. Blue jeans with a white blouse, her long hair flows freely down her back. She’s gorgeous. I take a hard swallow. This is where I talk to her, where I show her that I deserve to have her. I walk up to her and greet her. She looks at me. I can tell that she remembers me, but through her recognition I see sadness. She’s upset. I ask her what’s wrong. She says it’s nothing, that she got into a terrible argument with her boyfriend, and she needed space. I can tell that she’s been crying but I don’t say anything to her about it.

Instead, I offer to buy her coffee. She accepts. My heart is racing. This is exactly what I have been waiting for. We buy our coffee and take a seat at the nearest table. Our conversation goes on for hours. We talk about everything under the sun, well she does but I’m just happy to listen. She talks to me about her family, where she grew up, where she goes to college and what she is currently studying. Criminal forensics. It fits her. She’s smart enough to pull off such an ambitious profession. After another hour, she checks the time on her phone and informs me that she has to get going. I am not ready for this moment to end. I notice that her car is not parked out front. Blue Toyota Camry. I offer to take her home. She hesitates but after I point out that her place is the same direction as mine, she agrees.

We get into my car and start driving. I live only about ten minutes away from the café. She lives about another five minutes away from me. I’m ashamed to admit to myself but I have driven past her place enough times to know where she lives. I even have the address memorized. I ask her if it is okay if we stop by my place first. I explain to her that I just have to grab a few things. She agrees. I smile. We pull up to my place, both get out of the car and enter my apartment. It’s nice, and clean, and smells fresh. I made sure of that.

She seems impressed with the apartment. I mustn’t waste any time. Now is the time where I tell her how I feel. I tell her everything. How I have wanted her ever since the first day I saw her at the café six months ago. I tell her how much I love her and how every night I dream of being with her. I tell her that I can make her happy and with me, she never has to worry about anything else again. I take a step towards her. She steps back. She looks frightened, she isn’t liking anything that I am saying to her at all.

She tells me that she is ready to go, that she is uncomfortable and doesn’t want to be around me anymore. Why does she have to say things like that? Why can’t she see how much she means to me? Why can’t she understand how much I love her? I ask her to please calm down. I am begging her, pleading with her to just listen to me but she starts yelling. She tries to get away from, but I grab her. She slaps me. My face goes hot. The slap burns. Now I’m angry I push her, and she falls. Her head hits the counter and now she’s not moving.

I can tell she’s still breathing but I’m still angry. How could she do this to me? She was everything to me! I sit on top of her, and I place both of my hands around her throat, and I squeeze as hard as I could. She tries to resist but she is too weak. She stops moving and soon she stops breathing. She’s dead. Her lifeless body lies in the middle of my kitchen. I begin to panic as I wipe the seat out of my eyes. I need to think. I take a deep breath. I grab a plastic wrap from underneath my sink and wrap her body inside, then I carry her to my car and throw her in the trunk.

After driving out to a ditch and spending the next few hours burying her body in a very deep hole, I make sure all ties of the girl to me are shredded. She was everything to me. I am going to miss her, but I must move on. Three months have passed. I am broken but something catches my eye that makes me feel relief. There is a woman. A blonde, green eyes. Today she wears a blue dress. Much better than the yellow one she wore last week. I have to talk to her. I have to let her know how much she means to me. I love her. She has to be mine.