no body, no crime

i think he knows

The failures I encountered throughout this year have shaped me into a completely different person. Agatha has stepped back from all of this—she's scared someone will sue her, so she left me to handle everything on my own.

But I'm no good when I'm alone. I can't even trust myself anymore. There's something burning inside of me. I've waited too long, and justice for Willow has yet to be served.

I've always been rational in my choices and controlled in everything I did, but now my blood is boiling for revenge, and my brain no longer has control over my body.

Years ago, Willow threw a big birthday party for her 30th. It was a beautiful event—she had never celebrated in such a grand way before, and she invited the people closest to her, even paying for a little trip to Italy.

It was a fantastic experience, one of the best memories I have of her, especially the last night.

On that night, she organized a dinner for everyone to celebrate and even had a cake. She called me to her room before the dinner to help her get ready, and of course, I accepted.

She was stunning. She wore a long satin dress, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders, shining under the soft light. We talked for a while, but there's one thing she said that I've tattooed into my memory forever:

"You look beautiful, Wilo, you really do."

"No, you do, Scarl."

"Thank you."

Then she placed my hand on her chest.

"A part of my heart is mine, but the other half belongs to you and no one else. Thank you for being by my side all this time."

"You're really important to me too, Willow. Don't ever go away."

It was a beautiful moment, and everything we said came purely from the heart. I still believe that a part of my heart belongs to her. That's why it's my heart that's guiding me now through all of this. Willow is showing me the way, and I'll always trust her.

So I'm starting to plan everything. This won't be like those little stalking sessions I did before. I'm going to spend the whole week tracking him—without him knowing, of course. Every step Mason takes will be under my watch.

Monday:

I'm in my car when I see his garage door open, and there it is—the gray truck—clean and shiny, driving away from his house. He must've cleaned it of all the blood. I follow him to his office building, where he works.

Around noon, he steps out for his lunch break, which he spends with Brooke, of course.

He goes back to work until 5 p.m., then heads straight to the gym for a workout.

In the evening, he and Brooke spend time together, cuddled on the sofa, watching a movie.

The rest of the week:

His routine is pretty much the same every day. Sometimes they go out for dinner, sometimes he stays at her place, and on the weekends, he goes fishing and brings back food to share with their friends.

His week is full, but I found plenty of spare moments to observe him. After visiting her, he always returns to his home alone and spends the rest of the night by himself.

That's when he'll be most vulnerable, and I know this pattern won't change—it's been the same for the past two weeks of surveillance.

Now, it's time for me to plan the perfect crime.

Exactly—I'm going to kill Mason, and I will make sure no trace of him is left behind. Everything must be flawless and carefully organized.

It's a difficult decision to make, and it shouldn't be taken lightly or for just any reason. But I feel so isolated. My family is far away, and even Agatha, who was supposed to stand by me, has backed out. She's too scared now to help, leaving me to handle everything alone. I'm not strong enough for this by myself—I've never been good at being alone.

If I ever smiled in the past, it was because Willow was always there, lifting me up. If I managed to push the bad memories away, it was thanks to Willow's presence and her support. But now she's gone, and everything in my life feels off, out of sync. Every step I take seems wrong, and I can feel it slowly chipping away at who I am, ruining the person I used to be. But no matter how much I hesitate, I know what I have to do.

I'm going to do it. Because, honestly, I have nothing left to lose. Not anymore.