This beautiful destruction
He saw her, what a pity that was.
The pale man stared at her, the yellow-haired girl who stood at 5'4 with dry lips that wore a pathetic excuse for a smile, waiting for her overpriced coffee. She was tired and small, and his sad, little eyes never left her frame. He wanted to smell her, hold her, need her.
And God, did he need her.
He steps followed her to her apartment complex, a cheap place, nothing special. The man didn't care, he just wanted to consume. So he did.
It took a hot minute but he knew everything there was to know about her. Simple things like where she worked, who her boyfriend was, her name. You know, all the boring stuff. He only cared about the seven things he learned about her in those small three months.
1. She went to that dreadfully expensive coffee shop every Tuesday on her break.
2. She always wore something blue in every outfit, always.
3. She annotated her poetry books. How literary.
4. She likes to dance to the Guardian of The Galaxy soundtrack at night.
5. She goes to improv classes.
6. Shes a master at cooking Meat Loaf.
7. She loves the Beatles.
She was perfect.
Like I said he didn't care for her name.
He made himself perfect for her. He memorized all the lyrics to every single Beatles song know to man, he watched Guardian of The Galaxy twenty-two times, he learned to eat Meat Loaf without throwing it up. (He didn't care for that either.)
He was perfect, all he needed was an opening. It didn't come, not one that fit his requirements anyway. So the pathetic eyed, pale man got a job at God foresaken coffee shop his little birdy was so fond of.
They offically met on a grey Tuesday. Her soiled eyes glanced into his, she asked for a Vanilla Ice Latte. She felt tired like always, he felt fate was finally working in his favoring. Like all was meant to be.
They made small talk about the Guardian of the Galaxy. She named Drax as her favorite character, he pretended that he didn't know that already. They laughed and smiled, as if there was a spark. He wrote his number down on her cup.
She never called.
What a pity that was.
The man wondered what it was all for. They were meant to be and she threw it all away. He was meant to consume her.
He destroyed her instead.
It wasn't hard, his birdy wasn't a fighter.
He whispered all his promises to her.
She fell into nothing.
Red and blue lights came for him. He didn't care, he destroyed himself.
What a pity that was.
What a pity that was.
What a pity that was.