The horror that is LOVE

Protective.

            There's been a series of murders going around town.All of the killings are of teenage girls and the suspect is unknown.I chatted with my friends at the same time as I scanned the hallway looking for someone. Some girls passed my way, I locked eyes with one of them, who was looking at me with a lovestruck expression. I looked away.Oddly enough, all of the killings are of girls that I have seen before, that have confessed their love to me the day before their death was announced I almost felt bad for them. Almost There's only one girl that is on my mind, anyway.I drift away from the conversation with the boys as I catch a whiff of what smelled like roses. I recognize it and turn to see her, talking to her girlfriends with the cutest smile on her face. My beautiful girlfriend, the prettiest one in the school. Everyone fawns over me, but I turn them all down for my girl. No one can compare to her soft complexion, her cute signature smile and giggle, her every mannerism. And the best thing is that she is mine and I am hers. ...of course, the relationship is a secret. She notices my gaze and looks back at me, giving a cute smile my way. I blush a little and look away, the boys snickering at my unusual reaction. Because of those killings for some reason Iove become a bit protective of her. I just don't want her to be next....technically she did declare her love to me, but the feelings are mutual. Does that protect her ? "I-I like you. " I blinked at the bold statement that the unfamiliar girl in front of me made . "Again...Sorry, I can't accept"I say monotonously, giving the same girl from earlier a crestfallen lookI turn and go home. I swore I smelled the slightest hint of roses as I left the back of the school to go home. I dozed off on the couch as soon as I arrived at home, a home that my girlfriend and I share. It's only typical as a couple, right .

I'm ho~ome. The girl sing-songed as she entered. Behind her dragged a large trash bag, leaving slight marks on the floor, marks that matched the ones on the girl's face. She chuckled upon seeing her boyfriend asleep on the couch. She placed the bag down before returning to sit on the couch with her lover, placing his head on her lap. She combed his hair with her fingers. .Oh darling, you'as cute as always when you sleep. She giggles. It's even better that I'm the only one who sees this side of you, hmm?

Her eyelids lower a bit as if in a trance. Yes....nobody will see this side of you except for me. That's why I've killed all those girls who've tried to see this side of you. She looks down on her "darling.." Her face, grinning madly. ";No one can compare to your strong expression, your sharp eyes, your every move. And the best part is that you'mine and I'm yours."

The foul odor from the basement strengthens as another bag emits the same smell. The foul smell of rotting flesh. The girl eyes the knife on the coffee table in front of her, still stroking her lover's hair." I've become very protective of you, haven't I?" 

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