Out Of Love, chapter 1

He loved her. He loved her so much. Thats why he was going to do it. OUt of love, that was his justification. She wasn't the first woman that he loved, he'd felt this way before but this tme was different. She was simular to the others in many ways - she was unhappy in her life, he could tell, he been watching her for months, observing her, tracking her every move. Her boyfriend didn't treat her right, her boyfriend didn't deserve her but he did. He loved her. He was going to save her. He would make all her pain go away.

He saw her as she turned around the corner on the street ahead. She was clearly upset. She wiped her eyes with her hand then gingerly fumbled through her purse, looking for some unknown item. She tucked her long, black hair behind her ears and continued on down the path, unaware of his pressence. He paced behind her, always keeping his distance but still keeping her within his sight. She would take a short cut through the park, he'd followed her several times before, at this time there would be no one around. It was the perfect spot. He would show her how much he loved her.

He kissed her one last time, felt her breath against his cheek knowing that it would be the last breath she took. He had done it, her suffering was over. He loved her.