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Zero

🔪 You actually met when you were in kindergarten. It was love at first sight. He was enamored by you and your cute outfit. He ran towards you the first day.

“Hi, my name is Зиновий, what’s yours?”

And the rest was history.

🔪 Since that day he would always be with you. Following you everywhere and never let other kids play with you. It was always just the two of you. You were always together at school. You two ate together, had sleepovers, had the same classes, cuddled together, did projects together, and even kissed during the first grade play. Monopolizing your time and friendship at school was the goal. No one had what you guys had, and he was hoping it would always stay that way.

🔪 Everything was going as planned until your mom‘s job change sent you out of the archipelagos to the States in the second grade. How dare she! Uprooting your life and ripping you away from your best friend b̸o̸y̸f̸r̸i̸e̸n̸d̸. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone. You were here one minute, gone the next. It was a nightmare.

🔪 When he found out he was devastated. A lot of tears were shed during that time. Tantrums were heard to be the norm for quite a while in the убийца’s household. He looked everywhere for you. But no information on you was ever found. It was like you just disappeared, like you never existed. Like a chilly day in October. Whisked away by the cool breeze.

🔪 She changed and surrounded herself with people. Your missing presence was too overwhelming. Even if she hated it, she would befriend everyone, if only to distract her for a moment from thoughts of you. She went so far as to make contact with some of the people she couldn’t scare away from you. But the void in her heart was never fully quelled. They were not you. And nothing could change that, not in those moments at least.

🔪 She caught her first glimpse of you in a long time through your closest childhood friend. Question ran through her mind, she thought she was your closest friend, and why did they get the privilege of staying in contact when she didn’t. She started to vigorously study your face as quickly as she could. She would never knew if there would be another chance to. It looked like you had matured. Like you were tired, stressed. She could see it. How could she not? She wanted nothing more than to whisk you away so you would never have to worry about anything. And she would.

🔪 It wouldn't be until college that they would be able to see you again. They have matured a lot since the last time they saw you and since your last official meeting. They were cooler, friendlier, and more assured. They mirrored nothing of the needy cat that followed you around, more of that of a wise fox. But foxes are known to be sly creatures by nature.

🔪They approached you carefully, slowly. Taking it step by step. Getting to know you little by little. Learning everything about you that they could. Making your favorite dishes, helping you with your homework, helping you destress, and even assisting you in doing laundry. They were everywhere, always helping you with everything they could. Taking up so much of your time so that they will have successfully ingratiate themselves into your life. Doing so that they are essential to you. Something or someone you can not live without.

🔪 The night lies and deceit fester. As midnight strikes another body is flung into the wall as the fine silk curtains are dyed a hideous red. The body count adds up to fast. Too many needed to die. Even when there are commissions, the important work gets done first. It always does.

🔪 Wiping the blood off the corner of his lip, she prepares to call you. They wait, taking a seat on the throne of bodies they created. A satisfying crackle of bones is made, but drowned out by the annoying buzzing of the phone. You answer, slightly breathless. They chuckled imagining what you were doing before they called. This happens every time he calls…and she loves it. Your call together lasted an hour at most. Just tucking you into bed, while he cleaned the mess he made. You were always bad at bedtime. As your call is near the end, one last word is heard.

“I love you, Mwah”

They swoons, you're so adorable, it’s sickening.

🔪 And so as the night ends, there is not a sound or soul present. As he digests what was said, she’s sure it was in the heat of the moment. But you couldn’t take it back. He wished he would’ve recorded it. She’d love to hear it again. Salivating as they turned back into their male appearance. The form most well receipted by society. The form most familiar to you. Wishing for the dream they live to never end. They walked out the room and went to the nearby alley, skipping the whole way home. They couldn’t wait to see your drooling face in bed. Or the reaction you will have when they tried to snuggle up to you in your sleep.

Then they inquired to themself, it was quite the important question…

Where are they going to store their latest trophy?