She sat there. Right there in the corner booth every night. Her brown eyes so focused on her books and notes only added to her allure. How many nights had I sat in this library dying for an excuse to speak to her? Countless. So many thoughts and scenarios ran through my brain as I pretended to study notes of my own. Could I ask for help with a problem in my textbook? No, she didn't appear to have any similar classes. Nor could I offer any aid in her subjects. Damn.
Ah, here comes the biggest problem of all. Him. So sporadic and spontaneous in his appearances. Surely not the right fit for her. How he had won her ever I will never understand. Nonetheless, there he was, blocking her. Taking her form me. Dividing me from my one ray of hope. He didn't deserve her. Of course not. He did not fit into her life. He was simply an anomaly.
I waited. Waited as he walked back to his apartment. Same streets every-night: two blocks straight down from the library, a right, and a few more streets till he reached his destination. How disgustingly routine. As I stood there on the corner of Baker and Hawthorne, I only felt anticipation, no fear. All I had to do was wait until he came across the corner, hugging the halls as he always did, and take him out of my life. Out of her life.
I dare not look as I hear his foot steps, his familiar humming and- was that laughing? What could he possibly be laughing at? Does this idiot have no idea I am here?! No, of course not. How silly of me, I need to calm down. Still, his obnoxious laughter disgusted me and only added to my anticipation. He was close now. Too close. I hugged his surprisingly light figure as he came around the corner and ferociously stabbed the bastard as many times as I could before losing y breath. I looked down to see the fools face- No! God, no!
As I gazed down, the only thing looking back up at me were those familiar eyes. Those deep, beautiful brown eyes. This wasn't right! I looked up to see him staring back me with an open mouth. I stared into his face as he turned running and screaming for help. My eyes began to swell. Here she was, finally in my arms, dying.
