Random Rambling -yandere One shots

mirrors

Oh how she loved mirrors
Every chance she would get she would stare, she would stare with the same intricate gaze for hours.

I wished that she would stare at me like that, I wished on every star that she would stare at me with her lovely eyes. Oh how she had beautiful eyes. Eyes that I only wanted to look at me - eyes that I only wanted to feel on me.

I watched from afar, always from afar. I made roles in her life she never expected. I took on countless identities to pray that one day she would look at me.

With every waking hour I wished she would study me with the same way she fixated on that mirror.

I want to hold her; I want to touch her. I want her to feel happy, I want her to feel sad.

All because of me

No one deserved her. For not even I did. But I knew that it was my own selfish desire to have her. To cherish her. To use her. To love her.

So when my flower's obsession with her mirror changed to a boy -a more serious threat- I knew I had to take action.

I didn't want her to give her attention to anyone other than me.

So I took them.

I took her eyes.

Without her prized possessions she was no longer able to be captivated by anyone other than me

Her saviour

Her "night in shining armour" that seemingly swooped in when her eyes were cut out of her sockets by an undistinguishable man

My new role became my permanent one, the role that she fell in love with

I sighed with a blissful smile. I changed my focus to the eyes encased in their protective enclosure, looking at me, only at me

I hugged my flower's body as I drifted off to sleep

It didn't matter how many mirrors she looked in now

Her eyes would only be on me.