Memories and Strangers (A danisnotonfire fanfic )

12: Downhill

Noones POV

I was so close to her. I could hear her breath. I could even smell the scent of her shampoo!

One little move and it would have been done. Just one very little. The moment lasted long enough.

But I didn’t do it. I just didn’t. I let her walk away.

Why did I not do it?!

I missed the best opportunity. Now it will become just more difficult.

I never had a problem with killing someone.

Never.

Until I met her.

What on earth did she do to me? We just met twice and she is turning me inside out.

Maybe she cured me from my wrong…

He teared the page out of the little black book and ripped it into small peaces.

Writing in a diary. How stupid was that?, he tought while burning the paper leftovers.

He threw the notebook out of his window and watched it fall into the fresh white snow. 

He closed the curtains to keep people from looking inside. Never in his life has he ever been that confused. What was going on with him?

He had been here for like three weeks and still he didn’t manage to kill her.

It usually took him one week. Maybe two. Never three. And still he was so far away from her.

Maybe you don’t want to do it? She didn’t do anything to you.

”Shut up”, he screamed, trying to switch off the voice in his head.

That wasn’t him. There was noway he would think something like that. Was there?

Killing was his job.

He did it for a living.

He knew where she was. Why did he not just go there.

He knew where she was working.

But it was Friday evening. So she wouldn’t be working for two days.

The only way left was to pay her a visit. And the only moment to really show he wouldn’t let one unimportant girl change him. No.

An evil grin creeped up in his face. He put on his leather jacket and rushed out his flat.

Fays POV

I watched Dans chest heave in his sleep. He looked so innocent and perfect.

How was it possible, that I had him by my side? I loved him more than anything, after only two weeks.

I just somehow felt like I wasn’t good enough for him.

I sighed and pulled my knees closer to my chest. It was 12pm. Dan said he didn’t sleep well last night, so he was tired. He actually fell asleep half an hour ago.

But I just couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights. Where I was just awake forever. Normally I was angry at myself for that. Not tonight.

Only watching Dan was more relaxing than sleeping. I was about to carefully lie down, resting my head on his chest when I heard someone knock on the door.

Who could that be?

Maybe it was Phil. Maybe something has happened and he couldn’t call. I hoped it was nothing serious.