The Stalker Type

I decided in writing a series of short stories on the different types of yanderes. Maybe not right after another, but I'll get around to it.

He was always watching her from the moment he first saw her...

She sat in the corner of the room, with a book in her hand, one he assumed was interesting as her amber eyes never wandered from its worn out pages even once. Her small lips curved slightly in the corners as if she held a secret that only she knew. How much he wished he could simply stride over like a male peacock, prideful and without an ounce of embarrassment or shyness he usually had anytime he was in her presence. Unfortunately, that was a dream that would never prevail. 

That was actually how he eventually opted for his new style of understanding his loved one, through his own perversion of a one-sided courting. He did what any reliable boyfriend would watching over his secret girlfriend. He bought her flowers, although they died soon after, and left them in her mailbox. There was also the new lace dress he left on her bedside. Oh, and he couldn't forget about the puppy he sent in a box, although he forgot to puncture holes and he worried if it arrived alright for his beautiful princess.

She placed the book down and yawned. She took one sip of her tea before drowsily stumbling to the couch and falling asleep instantly. It seemed she left the window open by accident, how horrible if she so happen to catch a cold! 

He quickly walked over and closed the window so the cool air would no longer enter at its discretion. Turning to his princess's sleeping figure, he began to stroke her long strawberry blonde hair, bring the tips to his nose and breathing the lovely scent. He let the strands fall slowly from his fingertips, a small grin creeping onto his face. His love was so clumsy, leaving the window open, she's so adorable. He glanced at the tea, it seemed that the sleeping powder still worked. With one soft glance he placed a gentle kiss on her lips before cleaning the room slightly so she wouldn't have much work to do.

Then a sudden thought occurred to him and he turned the valve for the gas in the chimney and set the wood to burn. He made sure the smoke wouldn't suffocate his love and had a way out. That should keep her warm, he nodded in contentment. He glanced at the book his goddess was reading so intently before grabbing it and tossing it into the flames. There, now she wouldn't be so distracted and maybe she would notice the little changes he always made to the room 

Finally, he exit through the front door, pulling the spare key from his pocket and locked the door. Now all he had to do was leave before the neighbors noticed he was there. After all, his sleeping beauty could never know of his daily visits to her home.

Reviews

[Jayme]

well written wanted to hear more :)