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Thinking of you I close my eyes,
Thinking of those eyes,
Will one day those eyes be covered in love?
Looking in the mirror I see my love for you,
Looking at you through the window I see nothing,
Here is a present,
Even if it's not love in your eyes for me,
I will be happy with being on your mind every minute,
Imagining the fear in your eyes, beautiful,
My eyes, soul, and body want to see and feel everything of you,
Thinking of you I close my eyes,
Now we can think of each other in our sweet lives, love.
Soon, we will become one.
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The detective had stayed some more in your class, he didn't want you leaving so soon. He read through the poem given to you and turning to his side he sees you worried. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the poem. The brunette looked shocked about the letter, and the blonde was strange. Something wasn't adding up. It was the end of the class, you hear some kids whispering as a cheery voice is heard from your side.
"I feel bad about last time! I'll treat you to some lunch." Looking at him you were about to deny it until you smiled slightly, free food. You know that was childish reasoning but you definitely wanted to get along with this detective. You nod your head. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder he waves to the two men as he walks away.
The two didn't seem happy, but Johan was still smiling. Walking outside the detective takes you to a cafe and tells you to get something, after ordering he pays and takes your food. "Why don't you get anything?" He quickly shoots that he isn't hungry and you nod. "Also aren't you cold?" Looking at you he keeps a blank face, "it's winter and you are wearing a shirt and a blazer."
Sighing he looks at the table, "the cold helps you think better." Looking up at you he doesn't look happy, "you have a weird effect on people," as you were about to ask him about it he quickly begins talking again, "I was rude to you but you are kind, you should be more careful or people will take advantage of you." Looking down at your coffee you take a sip, "here." Looking at it he looks bored. "The poem."
You take it from his hands as you read it. "This is so disturbing..."
"Read it again."
Looking at him confused you read it again, not catching on until you notice the letters are slightly italic sometimes. You start reading the poem from the top, I present my love soon we will become one... what the hell? Is this person threatening you!?
"This is why I didn't want to show you at the start," putting down his phone he smiles, "you really got involved with something you shouldn't be near." He frowned then, "the strange thing is, I think this is two different people." Looking at him you say a what before he pulls up the photos again, "this letter is passionate, the murder is done by someone less calm. Don't get me wrong, both are disgusting, but the weird thing is the mailman couldn't read the address properly, it's likely it wasn't meant to get sent like this." Sighing he holds his forehead, "the person who sent it through a genuine mail wasn't only smarter, but had connections."
"So are they both in on it-"
"No. The letter is selfish, it was at the top too, so we can assume the last poem is the one with connections. I want you to remember if anything weird has happened?" Shaking your head he looks at you with a blank face, "thought so." Breathing in he has a suggestion, "live with me for a while."
You look at him shocked, "I appreciate you wanting to help me, but wouldn't you be putting yourself in danger? Also, wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you? I know you don't like me so there has to be something we can do other."
"No can do, it won't be too weird, I'll pretend to be your boyfriend, that will give me an excuse to be around you. Also, I don't dislike you," he moved closer to your face, "I just don't want to get enchanted like these psychos." Looking at him shocked you open your messages, Jana had taken her life. "What's the matter?"
You stand up and are ready to run but he grabs you by your arm, as you are ready to move away he holds you in place, he was stronger than you expected. Looking at his phone his own eyes widen, whispering what the hell?
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You always liked doing charity work when younger. Your parents disliked it but you love going to animal shelters or orphans. The kids always seemed happy for you to be there. You had made friends with someone, Janet, the most. She was the outcast, no one wanted to be around her, you helped her and stuck up for her when someone tried to bully her. You didn't keep in contact with her after she was adopted, as her foster parents thought of you as a kid holding her back.
"Janet don't cry!" You hug the brown-haired girl as she sniffed hard, "Y/n I don't want to leave you!"It was hard but the two of you ended up going separate ways. You knew she had gone far from Germany, and that her surname was changed, but she now had a loving family. Much more was changed about that girl, however. The parents dyed her hair and changed both her names. She at the age of 10 found out the terrible realities of the world, one of her having to fight dogs in cages, have people bet on how many scars she gets, and fend for her life just to get some food.
Soon her savior comes, he looked just like an angel, and he saved her.
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"You hurt and destroy everything around you," she was about to fight back before hearing the next part, "but don't worry Janet, I can save others from you, including yourself."
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