I was perched there silently. I had always admired you but I never knew how to talk to you. You are so popular. You always hung out with the cool kids and went out to parties. I never had the courage to go to the parties. I was too afraid of someone asking me questions.
But back to you. I watched you, softly and gently perched from my spot. You don't know this but I've been doing my research for a little while. I purchased this little bottle of liquid that is known to put people to sleep. And I can't have you waking up and making noise now can i?
You always left your window cracked slightly. You enjoyed the breeze on the hot summer nights. I pushed the window open and climbed inside quietly. I took a second to admire your delicate beauty. Everything abiut you was beautiful and it made my stomach turn.
I grabbed the cloth in my pocket, poured the liquid onto it and put it over her nose letting her breathe in the chemicals. It's the only way that we can both be satisfied.
Tears burn at my eyes. Nobody should have her. Nobody is good enough for her. She's my world and she doesn't even know it. She doesn't deserve to be hurt. I'll be her bodyguard. I'll be the one that sits outside her window and makes sure that she's safe always.
I run my finger down the side of her face. Moving the hair out of the way so I can see her beauty. I wish you were mine. I wish I could work up the words to say to you. I wish you wanted me the way I want you. But that's not reality.
I slowly walk over to her bedroom door and lock it. I sit down in the chair in the corner of her room watching her stir gently in her sleep. I place my shoes under the chair and walk back over to the blonde beauty before my eyes.
I slowly removed the blanket from her body. Exposing the long white shirt she was wearing. All. She was wearing. I could see her nipples poking through the think white fabric. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't look away.
I climbed into bed with her and wrapped my arms around her body. Breathing in her sweet scent. Intoxicating. I pressed my body against hers. Thinking of all the possibilities.
Pressing my lips against hers.
Pressing myself inside of her.
Moving in unison.
But that's not real.
I get up, put my shoes back on and exit out of the window.
I hope I can be there when she needs me most. To be her protector. It is my duty.
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Late Night Thoughts
Ficción GeneralA collection of essays I write at 2 am. Updated whenever I have a depressive episode