He was committed to learning everything about her. The things she loves, the things she fears, everything that causes pain in her life. He has been following her for months, going on three years. They have met, on many occasions, face to face, under very different circumstances. Yes, she knew what he looked like. Ezra knew him by name and could identify them from a mile away. She was never afraid, never terrified, at least, not as much as he had hoped she would have been. He followed her to and from college, to the cafe when she was with friends, anywhere she decided to go, he was always two steps behind her. In the end, though, it was no use. He had done the worst things imaginable to the brown-headed woman. He could see the images of her blood, her screams, all of the pain he had caused her, skipping through his head like a slideshow. He grinned at the thoughts of her pain, he always found himself overjoyed when he was able to remember all of the time that he had hurt her. It was a game to him, one he knew well, one he loved. His happiness, however, faded away as a long-passed memory entered his mind. One that haunted him, like a never ending cloud of black that only goes away when she either admits defeat, or gives up, and sees that he is the fabric of human horror from a blanket of logical fear. She spoke five words, five simple words that had cut him from the inside out, …show more content…
She was dressed in pajamas, wearing deep purple sweatpants and a white hoodie, which hung off of her stomach lazily. Of course, he had seen that hoodie before, many times. It was previously her ex-boyfriends, who gave it to her sometime last year. He watched as the boy hurt her, lied to her, cheated on her, and eventually began to corrupt her and make her feel like she was worth less than she really was because of her psychological impairments. The killer knew that he should have smiled at the thought of her misfortune, knowing it was natural for him to feel happy at the sight of others pain, but the happiness would not