Dear Emma,

         It’s been a day now that I have not seen you my love. I long for your touch, your soft lips pressed up against mine. Holding you for what feels like an eternity, but only seconds. The smell of your hair, the way you move your body just so. I have kept all of those pictures of us together my love. You fill my wall’s. Our love fills my home. Can you feel it? As I lay here pressed up against the wall, trying to feel your essence. Can you feel me my love? Come to me.
         I know what I said to you was wrong, I know how I hurt you. Please forgive me. I never meant for those things to happen, for you to feel the harsh brush of my hand upon your face. You made me angry. Once you learn that I only do these things out of love, then my dear, and only then we will be free. Our love will fly to the heaven’s, and our souls can float in an abiss of harmony. Do not despair my love.
          The police showed up at my doorstep the other day. They tell me you think I am some form of threat? How can I be a threat to you when I only feel passion.? Passion that burns through my soul. I can not be the man without you here. Please believe me when I say I will love you until death! They tore all of those pictures down. I worked so hard on them. Day after day, month after month, taking your pictures. You never even flinched. Some day’s I wondered if you even noticed me there. I sat behind you once, I could smell your perfume lingering in the air as you pressed your body up against the bench. Was it he, that you were waiting for? Was it?
He has no love or passion, he does not feel for you what I do. Meet me at the clock tower, midnight. It’s our favourite spot. It’s where we first met. I will be there tomorrow night waiting for you. I have something I need to share with you, a gift. It’s something to die for.

        As he moistened the envelope with his tongue, pressing it harder onto the table. He carefully writes his name on the front. Carefully, beautifully. His hand glides back and forth across the white envelope spelling, Caleb. He walks down the hallway, presses the button to the elevator, enters, and arrives on the bottom floor. “Good Evening Sir!” says Joe the doorman. “What can I do for you today?” Caleb anxiously looks at him and replies “ well I have this letter I would like you to mail for me, its imperative that it gets to this address promptly. Also, I would like it to be delivered tonight” Joe looks surprised but laughs a little to himself “ But sir, it’s late, don’t you..” Before he could finish the sentence Caleb turned around and walked back to the elevator, entered his suit, and called it a night.
As dawn approaches, he readies himself for another ordinary day. Wakes up, showers, gets ready for work. Arrives at work, then has meetings. Finally his work day is over and he can go back to thinking about her. He realises its quite late and he needs to get ready. Tonight is going to be perfect.
Nervously he looks at the clock, 11:39pm. “ It’s getting late,” He thinks to himself. He quickly finishes putting his black leather shoes on, sprays just a hint of his soft, yet masculine cologne. He arrives at the clock tower five minutes before twelve. His eyes glaring in all directions. He’s dressed in his best suite, a black pinstripe suit, with a white button up shirt, he even made an effort to put on a tie. With his hair brushed just right, his eyes sparkle and wince through the night. 
             The clock from the tower strikes twelve, she isn’t here. “Where is she! She is running a little late that is all, she will be here” He says trying to calm himself down. Then he sees this beautiful woman approaching him, with her long blonde hair, piercing green eyes, soft full lips, fair skin, with a petit frame. An angel. Before he can even mutter her name she throws the letter at him furious at what he has written. “ What is this!? Some kind of sick joke! You call this love? I hate you! You’re a sick person who needs help, please leave me alone!” She turns to walk away and then she feels his hands covering her mouth, but in his hand was a cloth, some sort of chemical. As she inhales deeply trying to catch her breath, she breathes in more of these intoxicating fumes, with each breathe she feels weaker, until finally she colapses into his arms. A small grin appears on his face, as he turns to look around to make sure no one is there he picks her up, and takes her to his car, where he gently lays her in the back seat.


This is part one of a series I am going to try. If this first story so far works out then I will continue to another chapter. So even though it ends here there is much much more to come. Hopefully, even with it abruptly ending the story will leave you wanting more.