Dear Diary

A ‘micro’ crime story to fill in some spare time.

April 8, 2015

Today I saw her again. I’m sure it’s the same girl from last week. I long to know her name, to tell her I dream of her, to hear the sound of her voice, to feel her meaningless life leave her body.

April 11, 2016

I followed her from home today.

She walked past me in the fruit market today, the smell of her perfume along with the sweet smell of the fruits was intoxicating. I need to have her. I need to keep her. I must speak to her.

April 16, 2015

Pathetic. I am pathetic. Can’t even muster the courage to trick her into saying something to me? It’s not like I was trying to ask about her life or anything, I just wanted to get any type of response but no I can’t even do that properly.

It’s just one bad day, I’ll get back on track next time. I can do better than this.

April 19, 2015

She makes it so easy to follow her. Surely she must know that being so predictable and set in her ways has consequences, people like me are out there watching. And waiting. But not for much longer. Yes, I am back.

I took out my keys, pretended I found them on the ground and asked her if she had dropped them. All she did was shake her head and say that they weren’t hers but after the fiasco a few days ago this was more than enough for today.

April 26, 2015

She recognised me today. She called me the guy with the keys. How could I let this happen so easily, she caught me off guard, I never thought she would remember. Stupid stupid stupid. I had to engage in meaningless smalltalk to try and put her at ease so she didn’t realise I’d been watching her for nearly a month now. It was so demeaning, what am I doing?

This has to stop, I can’t have this girl talking to me and asking me about my life and distracting me from my my end goal.

April 30, 2015

I felt the life leave her body today. She was worth it.

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