Yandere Talk

My Love

Here's a jist of my writing style.

It was around 10 am when I saw her.

My Love…She’s so amazing.

The way she kicks, scoring points for her team.

The way she leads them to victory, making our school the number 1 in sport programs…

I know she needs to practice, so I don't disturb her. 

I just watch.

Stare.

Bore her existence into my eyes.

Is that creepy?

I don’t think it’s creepy.

How could anything about her be creepy?

Heh.

…..

Today she walked up to me.

I don’t know when she noticed me, but she asked why I stare at her all the time.

I couldn’t tell how she felt about it, there were no emotions hidden in her eyes and
her tone was cold as always.

“Because…you're beautiful.”

Were the words that fell out of my mouth.

She raised an eyebrow at me and glanced back at her team before blowing the whistle and leaving me alone.

Does that count as talking for the first time?

……….

I think we’ve made progress.

After most of the team left, she told me, “you don’t have to sit in the tree like a creep,” and formally invited me to watch.

I wish there was a way to replay that over and over..

Heh.
……………..

Today she found my diary.

It wasn’t because it was misplaced.

Or me catching her reading it.

It was because when I flipped to a blank page in beautiful cursive she wrote,

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓹𝔂. 

My love…she’s truly amazing.