I was lounging on the old, beat-up couch in my living room, scrolling through my phone with no real purpose. Then, a notification popped up, breaking the monotony.

_Hey, meet me at the park? Usual spot?_

It was from Sarah, my girlfriend. Well, not exactly my girlfriend, but close enough. We’ve been together for about a year now, and things have been… complicated. But I loved her, in my own twisted way. I quickly texted back.

_On my way._

I grabbed my jacket and headed out. The park wasn’t far from my house, just a ten-minute walk. As I strolled through the familiar streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was the way the leaves rustled in the wind or the strange silence that hung in the air. Whatever it was, it made my skin prickle.

I arrived at the park and saw Sarah sitting on our favorite bench under the big oak tree. She looked as stunning as ever, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. But there was something different about her today. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she kept glancing around nervously.

“Hey,” I said, sliding onto the bench next to her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she replied, but her voice wavered. She was lying. I could always tell when she was lying. “I just… I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my heart was pounding in my chest. What was she hiding?

She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto mine. “I need you to do something for me. Something _big_.”

“Anything,” I said without hesitation. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

She bit her lip, looking away for a moment before turning back to me. “I need you to help me get rid of someone.”

My mind raced. Did she mean what I thought she meant? “Get rid of someone? Like, you mean…?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need you to help me commit the perfect murder.”

My breath caught in my throat. This was insane. But the look in her eyes told me she was deadly serious. And despite the alarm bells ringing in my head, I couldn’t say no to her. I never could.

“Who?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Tyler,” she said, her eyes narrowing. Tyler was her ex, the guy who had broken her heart. He had been a real jerk to her, and I hated him for it. But _murder_? That was a whole different level.

“Why?” I asked, needing to understand.

“He’s threatening me,” she said, her voice shaking. “He says he has pictures, videos, stuff that could ruin me. I can’t let him do that. I won’t let him.”

I nodded, my mind spinning. “Okay, but how? How do we do this without getting caught?”

She smiled then, a chilling, calculating smile. “I’ve got a plan.”

We spent hours talking, planning every detail. Sarah was meticulous, thinking of everything. Tyler always went for a run late at night, around 11 PM. There was a secluded spot in the park, near the old bridge, where the lighting was terrible and no one ever went. It was the perfect place.

“We’ll need an alibi,” she said, pacing back and forth. “Something airtight.”

“We could go to that party at Mike’s place,” I suggested. “Everyone will see us there. We just need to sneak out for a bit.”

She nodded. “Perfect. And gloves, we need gloves. No fingerprints.”

As the plan came together, a strange sense of calm washed over me. This was crazy, but it was also exhilarating. The thrill of the crime, the rush of adrenaline—it was _intoxicating_.

The night of the party, we played our roles perfectly. We laughed, danced, mingled with friends, making sure everyone saw us. Around 10:30, we slipped out, saying we were going for a walk to get some fresh air. No one suspected a thing.

We made our way to the park, our hearts pounding in sync. The night was dark, the moon hidden behind thick clouds. Perfect.

We reached the bridge and hid in the shadows, waiting. It wasn’t long before we heard footsteps. Tyler, right on schedule. He jogged past us, oblivious to our presence. Sarah stepped out first, calling his name.

“Tyler!”

He stopped, turning around. “Sarah? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” she said, her voice steady.

“About what?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

“About this,” I said, stepping out of the shadows. His eyes widened, and before he could react, I swung the pipe we had brought, hitting him square in the head. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

Sarah quickly moved to his side, checking his pulse. “He’s still alive. Do it now.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then I saw the determination in her eyes. I raised the pipe again and brought it down with all my strength. Once, twice, three times. The sound was sickening, but I didn’t stop until I was sure he was dead.

We stood there for a moment, catching our breath. Then Sarah smiled, a genuine smile this time. “We did it. We really did it.”

We cleaned up quickly, making sure to leave no traces. We tossed the pipe into the river and headed back to the party, slipping in unnoticed. No one suspected a thing.

It was the perfect murder.

For weeks, everything went smoothly. The police investigated, but there was no evidence, no leads. Tyler was just another unsolved case.

But then things started to change. Sarah became distant, avoiding me. She seemed nervous, jumpy. And then one day, she was _gone_. Just disappeared without a trace.

I was left alone, haunted by what we had done. I started seeing Tyler everywhere, in my dreams, in the shadows. The guilt was eating me alive.

One night, unable to take it anymore, I went to the police. I told them _everything_. About Sarah, the plan, the murder. They looked at me like I was crazy, but they took me in.

Now, sitting in this cell, I wonder if it was worth it. The thrill, the rush—it all seems so pointless now. And Sarah, the girl I did it all for, is gone. Maybe this was her plan all along. Maybe I was just a pawn in her game.

But one thing’s for sure—I won’t let her get away with it. I’ll tell them everything, give them her name. She won’t escape me.

It wasn’t the perfect murder after all.