There she was, my undoing.
I gazed at her shamelessly as she examined the book cover. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a bun but most of the strands still escaped free from the sides. She smiles, I thought she was aware of my immodest ogling but it seemed genuine. She was standing outside the shop and I could see her through the glass pane from inside. She was attractive. I felt like talking to her which made me repel away from her completely. She says something to the hawker and then scowls when the lady replies. I look away and pretend to go through the range of aviators in front of me. When I look back she was gone. An uneasy feeling fills my stomach and before I even know it, I was out of the shop, walking towards the hawker. I read the book cover she was looking at, 'Kiss Of Fate', it said.
"Um, excuse me, are you planning to buy that?" I turn and see her standing at my back, she looked alarmed. I stare at her unable to utter something and for some unknown reason, my ears were burning. "Uh...No, I was just looking." I manage. Her face relaxes and she smiles taking some cash out of her bag. She hands it to the lady, "Here, I am buying it.-" the hawker looks at her pleased and wraps the book in brown paper.
The girl shoves it in her bag and I just stand there foolishly, mentally abusing myself and trying to process whatever is happening.
"Thank you, I really wanted to buy this one, it is rarely available." She says looking into my eyes directly and her cheeks blushed when I smiled.
"What kind of book would you like, Sir?" The hawker asked after the girl had left.
"Er, sorry, I don't like reading books," I said still looking where that girl had merged into the crowd.
When I turn around, the hawker was scowling at me with her arms wrapped. I leave and enter the showroom again to control my thudding heart.
I toss in the bed for the third time, trying to drive away from the thought of the brown-eyed girl I saw two days ago. It was easier to not think about her in the day when I am working but nights have been ruining my sleep. I only met her once, and like some sort of creep or a psycho couldn't quit thinking about her. Not that I have imagined her, a perfect stranger in a way I, a stranger to her too, should not. Well, I thought about her breasts once. They were good. But not about her. No. Don't go there. And before I could stop myself I imagined her beside me and I knew the image will haunt me for the nights to come.
How is it that I could feel compelled to love her even though we had never met before?
God works in mysterious ways, I tell myself.
I needed to court her. I needed to find more about her. I had to know where she lived. The uneasiness in the pit of my stomach rises tenfold and I get up at once.
I should begin from this very moment. But first, I had to deal with some unfinished business.
Picking up the sledgehammer from under the bed, I begin to climb the stairwell towards the terrace.
The tin shack in the corner which would usually glisten silver at this hour was shrouded in darkness, almost invisible. The sky was moonless, absolutely dark, I liked it.
I knock the ground twice with my hammer and open the door.
A disgusting stench makes my nose curl but I had gotten used to it now.
A groan comes from the corner and I pull the bunch of hair towards me and then she cries.
"Your time has come," I tell her, and she begins to wail.
"I did tell you that I loved you. I still remember when I first saw you at that concert. Then, I brought you here so you could be mine. But you just had to ruin it all, Didn't you?"
Hot, burning anger begins to seethe at the edge of my head.
"I found someone else today. She is perfect to be my bride." I imagine her and elation hits me.
I look down at this girl and all I felt was disgust.
"Let me go. I won't tell anyone-" She managed to speak but before she could continue, the hammer met her head. The beautiful silence ensued.

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Explanation: He is just a creep who has found his next prey to kill.
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