Narrative of Eventide Inamorata As he hugged her from behind, she felt relaxed, not wanting to part ways for she was not able to control her emotions for she was enjoying the warmth of his tight hug. As his fingers began playing with her hair, she felt ecstatic, for it was after a long time, they were spending some meaningful time together. (Read full in caption) She was so engrossed at the moment that she felt irritated when the alarm of her phone started vibrating in a loud manner, breaking her sleep, and she felt irritated because she was feeling giddy due to her dream. She was not in the mood to get out of bed for she was still reminiscing about the dream she had, but she had to because she had to give an important presentation in the office today, she had to look her best, for she wanted to impress the investors, and moreover, HIM. As the presentation began, her eyes were looking for him, but he was nowhere, and she felt dejected. Even though she gave a flawless presentation, she was missing his company and his compliments. In the evening, she was sitting on the balcony, sipping coffee from her favorite black cup, and was playing with her hair, imagining him. Ding-Dong; her doorbell rang, she with a surprised look went towards her door because she was not expecting anyone at this moment, but as she opened the door, a look of shock enveloped on her face, because he was standing there with a bouquet in his hand, accompanied with a chocolate box and a bottle of wine. She was stammering but she invited him in and asked him to have a seat on the sofa and be comfortable, excusing herself to change. As she was searching for a good dress, she thought of wearing a seductive one, to seduce him, for she wanted to remember this night for a lifetime. After few minutes, they both were seated on beanie bags, sipping wine, with soft music playing in the background, increasing the tempo of the moment, for it was supposed to be a fruitful night. Formal discussions about offices were being done and they shifted their attention towards their personal lives, for she was quivering to know about his personal life. As he began sharing his personal life, she felt as if thunderbolts were piercing her heart, for she was unable to accept the fact that he loved a girl and they were living together for quite some time. All her emotions turned into rage, for she was unable to accept that harsh veracity, her dreams about him were shattering before her eyes. With her voice not coming out of her throat, she broke the bottle of wine and sat on his lap, asking him to leave his girlfriend, for she wanted him to be solely hers and no one else. He panicked watching her reactions, he didn’t know how to react, but he mustered courage and said he loves his girlfriend, listening to this, her rage had no bounds and she began acting like a maniac, and she stabbed the broken glass in his chest. As the blood began to pour out, her eyes went wide, for she was laughing hysterically and she pushed the glass deep within his chest. Watching him suffer like this was giving her immense relief and as his breath was getting low every second, she sat by his side and kissed his lips, and murmured, “You’re only mine”. After his breathing stopped, she was gazing at his corpse like a stone and after a few minutes, she removed the shirt he was wearing, hugged the shirt as if she was hugging him, a smirk enveloped her face and she began walking towards her room and opened her cupboard and threw the shirt in the cupboard, and shut it and lie down in her bed and went into deep sleep without any remorse on her face. “Inside the cupboard was the blood-stained shirt of all the boys she ever loved”. #yqbaba #yqdidi #yqquotes #psychopath #love #obsession #murder #story
