I just couldn't take it anymore. Watching everyone laugh and joke and play with you when you were mine but its your fault I'm obsessed with you anyways. You shouldn't be so perfect. So loveable.

So, you know, I offed them.

Now our ‘friends’ can't keep us apart from really getting to know eachother. No need to worry about how our relationship would affect the friend group if its just us. The last two put up a bit of a struggle and managed to wake you up in the process but that was no big deal its not like you'd survive long in the woods. You'd have to take your chances here with me.

“There…. That's better… now it's just us. Alone. For who knows how long” I turned to you my love*, my* darling*, my* obsession with an unhinged sickly sweet smile I let the body hit the ground. The knife still clutched firmly in my hand as I approached you, taking in your expression

“Now, Darling…” my voice comes out desperate and a bit shaky “You know I-I’d never hurt you, right?”

I took a step closer, my heart pounding, face flushing, taking in how absolutely beautiful you are, I finally stepped to arm's distance away and extended my hand to cup your cheek. My eyes widened as the bright red marred your beautiful skin, and I felt a grin spread cross my face as I tilted my head

“Youre always beautiful but you look even better like this” I whisper as I run the flat side of my blade down your chest, staining and marking your clothes with the red residue on the knife and biting my lip