Was it the way those succulent lips conversed with others? Or was it because the world came to a halt and froze around her. Perhaps it was how her amber eyes were capable of unveiling my darkest secrets.

I guess I will never know.

They say there is a fine line between obsession and affection. I first realised that when I followed her home. Oh, how her eyes shimmered like precious gems when I called out to her beneath the moonlit sky. The way those maroon lips parted to let out a hollow scream.

I understand, you may struggle to comprehend my actions, but I had no choice. She was unhealthy for me—poisonous, one might argue.