Apotheosis

Tonight by Erin Lerch ’18

It was 6:15 PM, and I sat behind the shed listening for the rumbling engine of her white Volkswagen. Ah. There she was. Just as I suspected she ran over the curb of her driveway. She always does that. I peered out from behind the shed just to get a glimpse of what she was wearing. Beautiful. She decided to go with that deep blue blazer with the gold buttons and the pencil skirt with the small coffee stain on the front collar. Interesting. She’s wearing a red lip today instead of her usual soft pink. She must’ve been feeling adventurous. She carried her phone in her right hand while looping her fingers through the handles of her black leather Rebecca Minkoff purse. The tan from her wedding ring has finally started to fade. Thank God. He didn’t deserve her anyways. He treated her like shit. Jesus. Just the thought of him infuriates me.

Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking. You think I’m crazy. You think that I’m absolutely mad, but let me assure you I wasn’t always like this. Back in college when I was roommates with her sonofabitch boyfriend, and soon to be husband, I was not the man I am today. I was fun. I was the life of the party. Everyone wanted to be where I was. That was until I met her. She ruined me. She would walk around in our dorm with no makeup and in her pajamas, yet still looked as beautiful as if she was all dressed up. She made me fall in love with her. It was all her fault. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. My mind was running at all times, and I couldn’t get it to shut off. The only thing stopping me from being with her was him. He was so engulfed in her. So incredibly arrogant because he got her. She knew that I would have treated her with the respect that she deserved, but she was idiotic and brainwashed and lovestruck by this pig of a man. She didn’t understand, and still doesn’t understand what she lost. This is why I have to sit outside, behind this shed, and watch her every move. I want to see how much better her life is without me, but for God’s sake she’s miserable. This is why I have to kill her. Tonight.

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