I looked into her blue eyes and they stared back at me, her blonde hair hung loosely over her head as if she hadn't brushed it when the picture was taken. She is so beautiful, so innocent and the perfect woman for me.

I sat looking at the picture for what seemed like hours. The memories of the time we spent together still fresh in my mind.

At first it was good, exciting, and fresh to have someone new in my life. I use to see her every morning as she walked down the street with her friends, as I sat in the coffee shop alone.

But then one day I did it. I approached her and asked her if she wanted to join me for a coffee. She smiled and made her excuses. I felt so rejected and hurt but it didn't stop me and I didn't give up.

I hate to say the word but I stalked her for a while. She never knew. Then one night at a club I approached her again, I don't know if it was the alcohol but she didn't decline this time, we chatted all night and I could tell she liked me.

Those deep blue eyes looked deep into my soul and I looked back, and I knew she was the one for sure.

She came home with me that night. Although she was very drunk I didn't care and we tore our clothes from each other as we made our way up to the bedroom. It didn't last long but for me it was amazing.

I sat and watched her sleeping, running my fingers through her blonde hair, tracing my finger along the contours of her face. Beautiful.

She had only known me for a few hours and yet here she lay on my bed, she trusted me. But it didn't last long.

I turned my gaze away from the picture in front of me and glanced at the large suitcase sat beside the back door.

She became afraid of me, saw the real me...the tears so many tears. She hated me, but I couldn't let her go, it wasn't something I could do.

Our time together seemed to go so fast. Every woman I'm with seems to end up the same way in the end ...I'm always left alone looking at their pictures.

I didn't know how long I had been staring at the picture with the words MISSING written underneath it.

It's always the same but I don't regret anything I have done, I wonder if they will ever catch me. The one who has taken so many lives. The serial killer, the one the news papers call Blue eye Killer .

I poured the milk into my coffee and placed the carton on the table.

Mary's face still staring back at me....I looked back at the suitcase once again and smiled.

I will dump her body tonight.

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