“Those that don’t appreciate life, do not deserve life.”

It was easy really, the way you were able to move through each of their rooms. It was night, scattered beams of moonlight filtering through haphazardly drawn blinds, aiding you with your task.

As you entered each room, you paused with bated breath, monitoring closely that the figure in front of your eyes was asleep. Once assured, you reached for their phone, picking each of them up and thumbing through the various apps, easily updating yourself on the private details of their everyday life as you maneuvered through their rooms. Like you did every night.

Taking note of several interesting developments, your fingers were gentle as you set each phone down, making sure to leave them on the original screen you found them on before taking your leave to the next room. You made a mental note to thank your friend for her help with the mobile phones. Although she was not aware of your sinister plans, you smiled at the profound information and private details you acquired of your beloved idols thanks to her aid.

Easing your way across the filtered moonlit darkness, all that could be heard was the click when you exited. Finally done with your evening task, you let out a heavy and spontaneous exhale. You coughed ever so fiercely as a lump caught in your throat. Despite your eagerness and excitement to pursue with the intended plans, you had to brace yourself and take the time needed to strategize. Adjusting yourself in your desk chair, you take a moment to lubricate your moisture-less throat with a glass of water before you proceed to write.

Years of neglect, abandonment, and above all the astonishing lack of affection, you wrote every emotion down on paper. Releasing yourself, momentarily, from the continuous heartache caused by those you once devoted your entirety to. You licked the envelopes of the letters you completed. Feeling accomplished and rather proud of yourself, you collected what was needed for the final steps. Let the games begin.