I can feel them.
Those eyes.
Her eyes.
Piercing me.
Piercing me from behind as I walk through life accomplishing what she could not.
She's envious.
She's angry.
She deserves every waking hour of observation through my bedroom window.
I can tell when she's been around.
I wake in a cold, yet satisfying sweat breathing the same air as he, and sharing the same dreams.
In fact, it's all very satisfying.
It's satisfying carrying a victory on my shoulders.
I ride triumphantly through her world, and never miss a beat.
No one ever mourned her.
The thought makes me grin.
Each night before drifting into dreamland, I recollect.
I recollect her smell.
Her taste.
Her screams as they accelerated, only to decelerate with every thrash to her pretty little blond head.
No one suspects.
He doesn't even know.
But I know, and I'm okay.
I had to take her life away before she took mine.
Now, she stands at the foot of my bed at night...
weeping...
plotting...
haunting...
but I've never slept sounder.
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