Everyone in New York knew you as the sweet bookstore girl from Mooney's. You greet everyone with a smile, you don't act aggressively when someone is mad and screaming at you, you gently talk, try to understand their point. But you were lonely, only had Ethan, a co-worker at the bookstore that barely knows anything about the books.

However, you managed to hit the girlfriend lottery with Beck. Nice girl, a little troubled because of the toxic relationships she already had, a writer who had writers block, until she met you. You've been the best lover she ever had, that was because you showed her your loving side, the sweet and kind girl who would do anything for her lover.

It was just a year later that you finally showed your claws, when she found out about your murderous tendencies. It was sweet before when you said that you would "kill anyone for her", but you're serious, she now knows you're serious. She caught you when you were murdering a guy who looked too much at Beck at a party. Yeah, your eyes didn't look so loving anymore when you were smashing that guy's head.

But then you saw her and your loving side came back up, despite being covered in blood and the hammer that you just smashed into that guy's head. You talked again in your signature sweet voice, trying to reason your sudden impulse. And then Beck saw the real you, the one with dark eyes and creepy smile.

She left immediately, booked a flight to a town far from New York. Packed her bags and deleted all her social media accounts so you wouldn't try to find her.

And for two months, she felt safe. She bought a house that didn't cost too much, was friends with the old lady who worked in the clothing shop. She was convinced that you didn't find her, but she sometimes dreamed that you found her. When she was walking through the streets, she always felt cautious, like she needed to be sure that you weren't there.

And a month later, Friday afternoon, 3pm and she was walking from the park, moving towards a truck that sold overpriced salad. She waited in line, not a big one to be exact, (probably waited like 10 minutes), ordered a salad and when the man told her the price. She looked through her purse, grabbed the exact amount of money and gave it to the man. Grabbing her salad and found a table nearby to eat the food.

It was a normad salad, not one where you would beg for another bowl, but it was way too pricey to just throw it away. Looking at her food, until the chair opposite of her moved and she saw the familiar pair of boots. The person then slid a book across the table, 'desperate characters'. She finally looked up and saw your face.

"Missed me, Beck? I have to say, this town is such a good place to move to. You know? When you want to escape someone."

You say, a victorious smile on your face, like you finally found the thing you were looking for. Oh, you knew that Beck was here, you just stayed low and made her feel safe before you would show yourself to her. And it worked, clearly.

She looked at you, fear in her eyes, a thousand questions roaring through her head. How did you find her? How did you know where she was? But she already knows that you know her questions. You were with her long enough to know what she was thinking. She wanted to scream, but what were the people going to do? In their eyes right now, you're just an innocent visitor talking with her.

"How did you find me? I deleted all my socials and flew far away from New York."

She said in a low voice, clearly shocked that you found her, but also not wanting the people around to get into this conversations. She knows what you will do when you lose your patience, when someone doesn't follow the script you've put up in your head to keep your facade up.