E I G H T

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It's been a few weeks since the accident. I miss Taylor so much. She was my everything. The police said that it was a robbery gone wrong. That's true. She stole my heart and I wanted it back, so I killed her for it.
But I miss her so much. I don't regret it, I just wish she would've been a good girl for me.
I'm sitting in her favorite cafe. It's quiet today. It's never this quiet.
As I look around me I notice that people are looking at me. That angers me. Before I can get angry I see her, but it's not her. A girl with long brown hair, pale white skin and stunning green eyes walks in. Her and Taylor could be sisters. But this girl is dresses like a whore. She's wearing a short black leather skin tight skirt along with a tiny top that shows off her torso. The shoes she's wearing are as tall as my head. She's a disgrace to Taylor. Taylor would laugh in this girls face for trying to be like her.
I get up and make my way over to the whore but before I could speak to her she is greeted by a friend of hers. I was so close. The two girls walk over to find a table.
I leave the cafe and wait in my truck. I wait for the whore to leave and go home so I can finish her off. Get rid of her wasted life. She could never add up to my Taylor. She's a generic copy that might as well be trash.
Three hours pass and I see her leaving the cafe and walking to her car. I begin to follow her.
She lives out of town. This should be easy. No one will suspect anything. I notice that she pulls into a driveway so I turn down another block so she won't see me. I'm not going to do anything just yet. I'm going to wait. I'm going to hide in her shadow so I know her every move. She won't even see it coming. She won't know what she did. That's the fun part.

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