CreepyPasta

She Can't Be Surprised

Jane had always been a beautiful girl: glowing green eyes as bright as a spring meadow, long black hair that cascades over pale shoulders, lips painted dark red with a glossy finish, and a heart-shaped face that holds all of these features, powdered white to contrast the black hair that frames it.

I never had the guts to talk to her, and I was so shy, I doubted I ever could. She radiated the grace of a goddess, striding through the halls with an air of unworldly confidence, her presence silencing everyone into a servile lull as she walked by. The smell of her vanilla- scented perfume made my knees weak every time she'd walk past me, then she'd flash that bright white smile that made my heartbeat skyrocket. She had stolen my heart. I promised myself I would have her, no matter what it takes.

And now, I've finally won. I can admire her beauty from up close, her head resting in my lap as I run her silky black hair through my fingers and caress the smooth, white skin of her powdered cheeks. The scent of her perfume is almost enough to drive me mad. Her green eyes are wide, staring up at me in shock, almost disgust. Her cherry-painted mouth makes a wide "O" shape, as if offended by my romantic touching. But I know she can't be disgusted or offended. We've been together for a whole year. And I've never been so happy.

... I just wish there was a body to match her beautiful stump of a head.