I met her when we were in college, and we instantly hit it off. She was the kind of girl everyone liked- funny, sweet, kind, and very charming. One smile from her, and I was hers forever.
We met at my roommate’s party. She was clearly the center of attention. Every guy in the room had their eyes on her, trying their best to impress her. They would bring her drinks, compliment her, talk about how they were going to be millionaires someday. She nodded politely, feigning interest, but I could tell that all she wanted was to be left alone.
That was one of the things about us. I always knew what she was thinking, what she wanted, what she needed. Sometimes I knew even before she did.
I saved her from the situation and we ended up talking in my room the entire night. I don’t know if it was because I was intoxicated or if it was fate but I ended up asking her out and surprisingly she said yes. It was the best date I have ever had. She was perfect, and from that moment, I knew we were going to spend our life together.
The only problem was, girls like her don’t like to settle down. She had a messy past, and I think that’s what made her crave attention. She loved flirting with other people. She would always flirt when she thought I wasn’t around. When she thought I wasn’t looking. But I was around, I was looking.
It always ended the same way. I would confront her, she would yell and eventually, I would crawl back to her because I knew that deep down she loved me. She loved me the same way I loved her. We were meant to be together despite what everyone said.
It had been two years since the first night we met. In fact, it was our second anniversary. She was in her final year, and I had dropped out to pursue other interests. The way she woke up this morning without so much as a mention of our special day told me she had forgotten our anniversary as usual.
She munched on her bagel as she fiddled with her phone. She was typing with a small smile on her face. I knew that smile too well to ask her who she was talking to. I knew she would go out tonight, probably meet him at some club. They would dance together, laugh, get drunk and if he was really lucky he would come home with her.
I knew I had to do something about him, about her behaviour. Tonight was the night I confront her, catch her in the act. Deep down, I knew catching her in the act would be enough to make her see that our love was too strong to throw away like this.
That’s the thing about true love. It’s never perfect, like people in the movies make it seem. True love is complicated, true love brings pain along with it, true love is messy.
That night I waited outside her building and followed her to the club. I waited patiently as she walked out with her latest sleazebag. He had her arms around his waist and they drove home together. I heard them laughing as they stumbled into the elevator, too drunk to see me standing a few feet away from them.
I waited outside the apartment door for about ten minutes before I slowly turned the key and headed in. I was greeted by his shirt lying on the floor and her dress which was laying outside the bedroom door. I turned the knob on the bedroom door and walked in.
They both turned her head in surprise and frantically searched for something to cover up with. “Oh my God, this can’t be happening… I’m so sorry about this, Jeff,” she sobbed. “I can explain everything,” she continued.
“Who is this guy, Sophie?” he asked. “Jeff, let me explain,” she mumbled between sobs.
“And who exactly is Jeff?” I asked, staring at Sophie.
“What do you mean who’s Jeff? JEFF IS MY BOYFRIEND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?” Sophie screamed at me. Oh great, this again. I hate it when she acts like this. It’s like she’s in total denial about us. About our love.
“I have a restraining order against you. You’re not supposed to be anywhere near me. How did you even get in here?”
“What the hell is going on here?” Jeff asked, looking bewildered.
“I went on one date with this guy, and he’s been stalking me for years. He won’t leave me alone… he thinks we’re in love”
“WE ARE IN LOVE. WHY WON’T YOU ADMIT THAT?” I yelled.
“I love you, Soph. I just want us to be together forever.”
“That’s it. I’m calling the cops,” said Jeff, getting up.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t…” I told him, pulling up my shirt and revealing my gun. They both looked at me, their expressions changing from anger to fear.
“I told you, Soph,” I whispered. “I told you that if you keep behaving like this you would end up pushing me too far. I’ve had enough,” I continued. “Now I have to clean up the mess you created. I have to do this so we can be together forever- just like I promised we would be,” I told her.
“No… please… I’ll do whatever you want… please…” Sophie begged.
Since it’s Halloween, I was inspired to write a (somewhat) scary story of my own. I hope you guys enjoyed that because I really enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you guys think will happen next in the comments. Do you think Sophie will get away? Do you think her stalker will win?
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