A Lonely Heart is a Psycho

The Letter (Part 1)

Dear, my love,

I… I love you. I love you as a man would to his wife, a girl who loves her crush. Please, know this. I love you. I would see you as my boyfriend.

Your crush,
()

XxXxX

We see a young man, around the age of fifteen, walking back to his apartment. His short, curly, brown hair brown in the wind as he scratched his cheek. Sighing, he grabbed his phone from his brown dress jacket and briefly opened it.

"9:15? Huh, must've stayed at the library for too long…" He thought, closing his phone and putting it back into his jacket. Looking down on his red undershirt, he deadpanned at a paint splotch he got when he rushed out of the library, accidentally knocking a small can of paint, around the size of a shot glass, onto his shirt. While he was lucky enough to not get his jacket bright neon green like a 1990 fashion disaster, he wasn't so happy about his shirt.

Shaking his head, the boy pulled out his phone again, this time also grabbing headphones on the opposite pocket.

Plugging the headphones in, the boy looked through his music choices.

"Too edgy, too wierd, I hate the character associated with the music track, I'm not in for Tom Lehrer right now… Ah! Here it is," He thought, picking one of his favorite songs from the King of Pop.

Smiling, the boy looked up towards the sky, looking at the new moon as it was suddenly clouded by… clouds. Shrugging, the boy kept on walking at a brisk pace, occasionally looking back.

Now bobbing his head, the boy clapped his hands to the beat. Moving his legs to the beat now, the boy now started lip syncing.

"It's close to midnight…
And something evil's lurkin' in the dark…

Under the moon…light…
You see a sight that almost stops your heart…"

The boy closed his eyes in bliss as he bounced to the beat, not caring what the world was like around him.

His blissful ignorance was noticable, if any were on the street would testify.

While the boy started skipping around to the song, not caring if anyone saw him. If they think he looked cringy and awkward, so what? He was enjoying himself, damnit!

But what he didn't know, someone was seeing him. And looking at him. Intently. More specifically, somewhere… south…

"AHHHhhh~ Maru… my one true… how your soft bottom moves with the song, your soft, innocent eyes and face show happiness… Ah~ how I want to be with you, Dāringu~"

XxXxX

We now see the same young man, now in a casual blue shirt and normal black pants, walking in-between stalls advertising whatever cheap knockoff they're selling. However, he wasn't there for terrible, cheap toys! (Unless one looks down and sees he has three plastic bags full of said terrible, cheap toys…)