"Don't be a slave in heaven. Be a king of hell."

Nothing special, nothing interesting it's just like a common day like the others. He is here. On the same spot.

But, he doesn't feel the same way as I do. He looks depressed. Something is not going well him.

Well, I didn't hear about any new dessert on the news these weeks. Of course, I found that weird. I don't think he will get a break from killing that will not be the usual him. Even now.

He is drinking his whiskey without a stop. I am worried that he may get drunk and will be unable to leave. I wonder what is he thinking. He must be heartbroken unable to find a suitable dessert to taste.

Then he soundly get up, heading toward the piano holding his glass of whiskey. He set down opening the cover passing his figures throw all the keys. Like feeling them.

Then he started playing. I didn't know that he can play the piano that well.

He would never stop surprising me. That makes me wonder what else does he hide.

Really love is blind I can believe that saying now. even knowing that he is a serial killer yet I am falling deeply in love with him.

He is playing "MOONLIGHT" by Beethoven.

That why he is  playing showing so much passion toward it. And the way he is touching the keys made me wish that I was these keys and he is running his finger all over me with the same passion and gentleness that he is showing to the piano.

I am thinking sometimes what make me enjoy looking at him, which makes me wonder what is he thinking. Many think in my mind.

I feel sometimes that I am driving myself to the edge once again. Or am I already on the edge?

I don't care I will think about that later now I am going to focus on him.

Yet, it still something off. He is not enjoying it a lot. He is like I said quite sad, broken and it may be depressed.

I want to help but from where could I get him a new dessert?

My silly thinking.

But I want to see his smile. He looks sexy when he smiles and put back his blond hair and look at me with his shining green eyes.

Looking at him while watering the little flower that boss gave me. I guess he noticed that I keep looking at our guest so he put it on his direction.

Well, our boss is a nice person. I wonder sometimes what he looks like on his youth.

Back to peak on my beautiful serial killer.

He got up and prepared to leave. Plus my shift is over I am thinking if I have to follow him today and see him maybe I will witness the way he chooses his desserts.

Following him, walking and walking. He is holding his black umbrella I wonder why it's a sunny day just by looking at the clear sky.

He kept walking and walking. And the soundly he stopped. I hide behind. He is looking at my direction I hope he didn't notice me.

Back to peak at him. He stopped on the front of the flower shop.

A flower shop? Writing that down on my little notebook. Well, like writing down my notes and observations about him.

He finished buying flowers. And he back to keep walking and I kept following him from behind without being caught.

Entering a bakery. He is really weird. I need to keep my focus.

Walking and walking, this path looks quite familiar. I passed from here before.

Until I notice that I am inside a cemetery. What is he doing here?

He kept walking and then stopped on the front of a grave, looking at it. Putting down the flowers.

I had to hide to not be able to be noticed and get caught and exposemy obsession.

"I am sorry for my late. it's been a while since the last time I've come here...it's Your birthday. I know that you thought that I've forgotten about it." He said.

I wonder whose birthday is today.

"Here are your favourite flowers and I have a gift for you as usual." He added.

Yet still, I wonder who is this person. It must be someone close to him.

"But, I am sorry I couldn't find your favourite cake to bring it but I got instead another sweet cake with your favourite drink." He said.

Treating him this way means that person a really important one.

"I came here today to apologize to you once again... I am sorry because I love you. I am sorry that sorry that someone like me fall in love with you." He said with a sad tone.

He looks broken I want to run toward him and give a hug. He looks lie he needs it. I feel upset for a moment. Even serial killers had someone they lost too.

"It's been 3 years. Since that incident. You knew back then my true self yet you didn't fear me... And you knew that I was going to taste you. Once again I realized too late that I loved you. But you kept by my side..." He is looking down to the grave touch it.

He really misses her that badly. I wonder if I was that person will he come and talk to me like that when I die?

He got up and left. How weird our eyes met. But he didn't react or say anything he just looking at me then left.

I felt his mysterious aura. He is not mad. maybe he is just disappointed. I really wonder what he is thinking...