Each night was different from the last.
I stood here and admired all the beauty she was in every form she allowed it. Tonight was a good night for her, I could tell by the smile on her face.
With a forkful of pie in her mouth she danced elegantly around for me. Remnants of the crust still lingered on her pale, dusty pink lips as her smile spread. I loved the way her tongue so swiftly removed all of the specks and pulled them into her mouth. It was all so delicate and precious.
Her smile only grew as she looked towards me. I felt my heart flutter as her eyes locked on mine. My knees buckled under me when she gave me the cutest wink in the entire world. God, was she perfect for me. She was so gorgeous in the night all alone carefree.
I preferred her this way. She was free from all the stress of daily life, from the agony unwanted human contact caused her, and finally free from the awkward atmosphere of the coffee shop.
A soft yell came from her lips followed by a gentle laughter as her spun knocked away her sense of balance. I reached out to catch her, but hit the glass instead.
Her head jerked away from the plate of pie and towards me. I ducked down a bit so she couldn't see me. I didn't want to scare the beauty out of her.
Just as quickly as she looked to me, she went back to eating the pie again. This time she stayed far from the windows, but her smile never faltered.
Perhaps she knew about me already. Why else would she smile at the exact spot I stood in and give me a wink that had me on the floor begging for her attention?
No, she didn't know that I was there or that I even existed. But someday she will. I promise to show her all the love and support she deserves. No one deserves to be alone in these cruel days. My strong arms will wrap around her body and keep her tight to my chest as she sleeps away all her fears.
A smile pulls at my lips. It's time to go home. Sarah's home safe and sound. I will check up on her tomorrow after breakfast.
God, I loved her.
Oh, what could this be?
It's 2 am. I can't sleep and I have Beebo on the mind. I really enjoy these creeper type stories. Of course I do NOT CONDONE stalking or any toxic relationships in the real world, but fiction is where I can safely let out my destructive desires.
I wanted to make this its own separate story, but not right now. I have testing coming up and a story to write as is on top of all my work already. However, writing imagines is very simple and easy to do anywhere when I have free time. I will be sure to add to this.
NO I DO NOT HAVE ANY INKLING TO STALK OR HARM SOMEONE. IT WAS ALL METAPHORICAL.
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Band Imagines
Fanfic• Cover photo: @riyuskki • I write long imagines for bands I like. Requests are open. I can get them done much faster if you require a song to go alone with it.
