In his mind, she was perfection. Every line, every nuance of her face was so aesthetically pleasing to him he knew his plan had to be flawless, just like her. He would spend the time really getting to know her, find out her likes and dislikes and do everything in his power to have her all to himself.
Each day that she passed by him, she became more beautiful. Her eyes became a softer, more enchanting green. Her smile held such true emotion and, as the days went on, she seemed to recognize him as she walked by the coffee shop where he waited for her each morning. She was the first to say hello and he felt a great sense of pride, and victory. His diligence and his patience were paying off. He tried to contain his excitement as he met her gaze and nonchalantly said hello back. He quickly diverted his attention back to his book, hoping she wouldn’t notice his hands shaking with the elation he was feeling.
He silently chided himself for his adolescent behavior. He could not make one mistake. He slowly lifted his eyes from his book to see her turning to get one more glimpse of him before she rounded the corner. Things were going better than he anticipated. A level of trust was being established and he was counting on that trust to help him be the guy that gets the girl at the end of the story.
His memory of those days was so vivid. He replayed those early days over and over in his head, reliving them like it was just yesterday. The car jostled along the dirt road and pulled him from his reverie. He lowered the visor in the car, allowing him to look at the photo of her angelic face smiling back at him. The sign loomed ahead, drawing him to her once again.
His journey had brought him back to his haunt and he opened his folding chair to face the beautiful landscape. The grass and wildflowers that he had positioned so carefully had been doing their best to conceal what lay below. He knew she must still be alive because the rocks had moved and the sign had been pushed further out of the ground. It was only a matter of time before she ran out of oxygen and would truly be his forever.
Written for the first challenge at Grammar Ghoul Press. I was excited to see this challenge and not quite sure why my brain went in this direction. I blame the cold meds!! Click on the button below and go check it out.