"She likes tulips...? Or maybe those are just the flowers he thought she'd like." Lay thinks to himself as he stands in front of your apartment door, looking down at the bouquet of tulips on the ground. You weren't home yet and he always got home before you did, he always had to pass by your place before getting to his and well he never seen this before.

He picks up the small card in the flowers, flipping it open uncaringly. It read a simple "Text me back, please" With a small heart, Obviously an ex right? It didn't take a genius to realize that. "God, should I just kill the guy and get it over with?" He thought to himself once again as he rolled his head in annoyance almost. He decides against it - what if you loved the guy? As much as he hated him right now he didn't want to hurt you in the process of terrorizing him.

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I had been watching her for months now, sneaking into her apartment when she was at work for long shifts at night, going through her dresser and taking in the scent of everything. She had a lovely apartment so she can't blame me for wanting to come inside some nights and possibly finding out what color bra she wore. I respect her, alot actually - I respect women in general actually but I was so curious about her.

Sometimes after killing someone she'd be on my mind when I finished, I wonder how'd she react knowing I just killed a man because he asked for her number. She'd probably scream and call me a freak until she found out he was actually a convicted- Well... Everything I do is to keep her safe. She should be grateful I'm always watching her back. If I didn't who would?