August used to be your best friend since you were in middle school. After years of friendship, you slowly began hating him. You didn't really remember why, though. What you didn't know was that he was deeply in love.

Years ago, he murdered his brother Milo. That's why you hated him, he murdered his own brother and your boyfriend. Milo used to be your boyfriend, but August murdered him. Somehow, he didn't get in jail.

What you didn't know was that August murdered Milo only because he was cheating on you, and he hated his brother for that.

No mater how much you hated him, his love for you only grew. Not only love, but pain. Pain because he knew you hated him. All he received from you was hate.

Yes, August was delusional. So delusional that every single interaction with him brought his hopes up and made him think that you were in love with him too.

One time you slapped him, but he smiled. Why? Because he thought the slap was just an excuse to touch him. Don't question it, but one time you were pointing a gun at him and his eyes were filled with happiness. Why? Because out of all the people in the room, you pointed at him.

He loved you deeply and it was obvious, but he never said it. He was an obsessed love sick delusional puppy. He could even get on his knees for you if you wanted him to.

One night, you both happened to get invited to the same party. Everything was elegant and luxurious, and everyone wore expensive clothes, including him.

You were talking to some friends of yours with a smile while August watched you from afar, admiring you. His heard clenched when he saw the look in your eyes, the look you haven't given him in years other than hatred.

You excused yourself to your friends with a smile and walked upstairs towards the balcony for some fresh air, and August followed behind you without you noticing.

You leaned against the balcony railing, admiring the moon. After a few seconds, you felt strong hands holding your waist gently.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it...?"

He whispered into your ear.