She loved him.
He loved her.
She was a psychopath who murders people.
He was a normal person, who was almost got murdered by her.
She saw him, she saw her old childhood friend and crush.
He saw her, he saw his old childhood friend and crush.
She stared, speechless.
He cried happy tears.
She walked up to him, hugging him.
He hugged back.
She started crying too.
He wiped the tears.
She was a psychopath.
He was a normal person.
They loved each other.
She smiled when she was killing someone.
He smiled when she was happy.
She laughed at his jokes.
He laughed at someone who tripped.
They love each other.
She was a psychopath.
He was a normal person.
She killed people.
He works at a car shop.
She steals.
He buys.
How did they fall in love?
Who knows? No one does.
She's now a mother of two.
He's now a father of two.
She's married.
He's married.
They love each other.
She was a psychopath.
He was a normal person.
They married each other.
She kills any woman who stares at her husband.
He pulls her close when any man is staring at his wife.
They love each other.
Their daughter is an normal person.
Their son is a psychopath.
He teaches their daughter how to have manners.
She teaches their son how to kill someone.
She and their son have voices.
He and their daughter has friends.
How did they fall in love?
Who knows? No one does.
A psychopathic love
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Short Stories
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