I walked through the empty roads of Los Angeles, knowing that it was the most dangerous time of day. My right hand gripped tighter onto a liquor bottle as a cool breeze hit my body. There were some rumors going around about an infamous killer. She follows her victims into the darkness of the night and lets her sharp blade glisten in the moonlight as she stabs her victim. It wasn't too safe putting my full trust in the darkness but I had no other choice. My car was destroyed and walking was the only option that seemed logical.
My mind flashed with thoughts of the one I loved. Sometimes when I think of her name, I almost feel like it was a game. All I ever needed was for her to love me the way that I loved her but it wasn't possible. I wonder if she ever understood how just the touch of her hand made my heart skip a beat. The only thing that I now remember is skin, heat, flames, and fear. We could've laughed away the fear but the flames separated our bodies and we burned in the smoke filled room. I can't stand the fact that she's gone.
A figure landed in front of me but my vision was too blurry from the tears that were escaping. I bumped into the person and a slur of words passed my lips. I noticed that they were wearing a mask, disguising their features.
"That's a nice bottle of liquor you've got there. What's your name stranger?" A feminine voice echoed through the air and something about it made my heart ache. I responded with a simple nod and a gesture to point out my name tag on my shirt. "Well, Brock, I don't think you should be out so late at night. Maybe I ought to take you home?"
Aggression and pain flowed out of my mouth in the form of words as I screamed at the poor girl. "Get away from me, you bitch! I want to be alone, since obviously I'm destined to be like this. I can't take this anymore!" My hand let go of the bottle as my legs took me down the street and up a fire escape. I didn't have control over my limbs as I heard the girl follow after me. I knew that I needed her away from me in order to complete the task my drunken brain came up with. "Please don't follow me. I'm supposed to do this. It'll be alright." My voice was monotone and the drunken feeling I had was now gone. Her hand grabbed mine and I turned to see a pair of dark eyes stare into mine. She was so familiar but I didn't know how. Who was she?
"Brock, trust me, there's a different choice you can make here. I know what you're going through okay?" Tears were flowing from my eyes too as I saw her body collapse into my arms. Her weight pushed onto me as we slipped off the ledge, falling for endless seconds. Her mask slipped off and there was the first glance I had at the face I missed for so long. The flawless smile appeared as a sharp blade slipped out of her pocket. Her lips formed the words, "I love you," as we were feet away from the hard concrete. In that moment I understood what was going on. These were my final moments and there was no way to change it because it was how we were meant to die. Ellie, my love, was the infamous serial killer. I was her final target. I guess she succeeded in a way. She took me with her and we spent our final moments back together.
As we hit the ground, I kept the image of her face in my brain. Once the darkness faded, it was morning once again. I laid in a soft bed, alone. I lost the images I tried to keep. However, there was something different. A small piece of paper sat on the foot of the bed, revealing a short letter written in neat handwriting.
My love,
I have been waiting for this moment in time to finally occur. I am sincerely sorry for keeping such an important secret from you. This is my way of letting out my feelings. You were the clarity I needed to keep the darkness away but to let that fog fade, I had to take seemingly innocent people away from their families. I hope that you will one day forgive me.
We created a loop, or a cycle if you will. I don't know why but Brock, we are destined to do this. To spend our last few moments of our lives together. Words cannot describe how amazing it is to see the one you love after so long. Please try not to forget me. I did this to protect you from myself but maybe we are just meant to end from my sins. You were an amazing lover and I do truly hope you receive this note.
Goodbye Brock,
I love you.
I looked around the room and realized what the note truly meant. Maybe I can change this for us? This won't be the end of our lives.
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