In the core of the most mysterious forest, is where I found you.

I can’t say it was an easy task, looking for you, so rare, so beautiful with such a pure soul. A perfect victim to my ruthless crime. Oh but I sure blame your tenderness for waking up my natural hunting instinct and I blame your mildness for my capture and my cruelty.

I stood there, in front of you, looking at you from my devious hideout, waiting for the right moment to make my move, just listening to you breathing. I was just enjoying myself, watching the life I was just about to seize, then suddenly, you felt my presence and you just ran.

And when I thought my prey was gone, here you were closer than before, with your big green eyes just staring deeply into mine. At that moment I realised that you trusted me more than to look at the gun I was holding and way past the furtive look on my face. All you felt was my presence, your escape from loneliness or possibly your way to love. But the hunter I was at that time couldn’t care less about your soul or your dreams, all I saw was your appealing flesh standing at a distance that made my crime effortless. I aimed my colt straight to your heart, and released my desire.

As you were weeping, soaked in your own blood, yet still filled with hopes, I realised that you knew my plan all along, but the dreamer you are preferred to die than to live in a world where Love was a fantasy he couldn’t taste.

So here I am telling a story that might seem to you as a random hunting exercise, but to me, it is the story of how I burnt my heart by killing Love.