I stare at her from across the park; she seemed to draw my gaze. Her golden hair reflects the sun and falls in ringlets over her shoulders. I think she had blue eyes. It makes sense that she has blue eyes under those yellow bangs.

I try to act inconspicuous as I move from the park wall and sit on the bench opposite hers. She’s reading this book with a maroon worn cover, and its pages are crinkled and brown. She seems so engulfed in its pages. It’s been a while since I saw a girl with the same love of reading as I. I can’t approach her, fearing that it may turn out to be some romance novel she had just dropped in a puddle.

She looks up at the sun and my heart catches in my mouth. She really is as beautiful as I thought, and her eyes really are blue – the most dazzling ocean blue, glistening almost like waves under the midday sun.

I hold my wrist tentatively and force my feelings back down my throat. She could be the one.
It’s a shame I have to kill her.