[ WP ] Someone assigned to monitor you at the NSA falls in love with you and tries to contact you . You just think they have pretty much everything in common with you , but eventually you learn that they have just studied your interests.. .and go

`` My dad.. was.. so to speak.. a bit different'', she looked at me like she understood me. She understood me better than anyone else. The first date was a little bit strange, she acted as if she had known me for years. But I knew I did n't know her, I knew I had no connection with her. 
 
 `` Do you think it's because of what happened when you were younger?''. My heart stopped. How did she know this? I never told anybody about this. I mean, I told my best friend Tom, I told my brother and I told my mom. But I did n't tell her. I could n't have told her. 
 
 All I could say was `` Yes''. Her body started to slowly shift on the chair she was sitting on. Her deep blue eyes stared at me as if she was trying to read my soul. `` Yes, I think.. I think it was.'' 
 
 After all these years I had n't met anyone who just instantly understood me. All these years I was walking around thinking about everything that happened to me. But I was never honest. Never to anyone except my best friend Tom. He knew everything about me, from birth till today. 
 
 Tom and I were n't really regular friends. We were, in a way that we would hang out and have a great time. But Tom and I did n't become friends until late in life. He was one of these guys that closes up at the start, but opens up as soon as he knows he can trust you. 
 
 As I zoned out on Tom, she was just looking at me. This strange look as if she did n't want to give up on whatever we were talking about. But I could n't stand it. It was annoying me more than anything. This had to stop. I had to know what she wanted from me. 
 
 `` So... How's Alfred'', she asked right before taking a sip of her orange juice. `` Alfred? ``, I repeated. My mind started spinning. All I could think was `` Who the hell is Alfred?''. I had n't heard of an Alfred in years. 
 
 `` Yes... Alfred... You told me about him last time. You said he was your neighbor when you were younger..'', the words came from her lips as if they were the most nonchalant words she ever said. Yet I panicked. My mind was thinking at the speed of light. 
 
 Alfred was my neighbor, yes. But he had n't been my neighbor since I was eight. I still remember the day as if it happened yesterday. I came home from school. I got out of the school bus right before my house. As I stepped onto the sidewalk I saw it. Police cars, ambulances, the FBI. They were all there. Standing in the middle of the street, right in front of the house that was next to mine. 
 
 It was a strange day. I did n't hear what happened until I was 12. That day I learned exactly what happened. Alfred was murdered. Not just killed, he was murdered. He was at home with his youngest daughter. An intruder, looking to rob his house, tied him down in his basement and slammed the life out of Alfred with a baseball bat. 
 
 The story was horrifying. I never had the guts to tell anybody about this. I only found out when I read the police report. 
 
 I could see it in her eyes. This enjoyment. This look of purpose, as if she was telling me these things on purpose. 
 
 That's when she said it. The words just came out of nowhere. I do n't even think I really listened to her words. I just saw her lips move, making the motions of the words she was trying to speak. `` I'm in love with you'', 5 words I had hoped to hear all my life. Yet this was n't the right time. This was n't the right place. This was n't even the right girl. After all the Hollywood movies I had seen, this just did n't look like this was how it was supposed to be. 
 
 Whatever happened to the random meeting at the fountain. The spilling the drink on a beautiful girl on the street. The unexpected conversation on the Subway leading to an endless life of love. This just did n't seem the same. It felt set up. It felt like she was planning on doing this for years. 
 
 I could n't even react to her words. Alfred was still on my mind. All the police report ever said was that the intruder was never found. That the intruder took his youngest daughter. She was taken from her bedroom after the intruder spilled Alfred's brains all over the basement floor. Stories were told about the girl. That the police searched for days. They searched every forest, every empty house, every car. But they never found her. 
 
 I still remember the search report. `` 9 Year old girl missing. Name: Miranda. Description: Blonde hair. Blue eyes. 4 Feet, 2 inches. 60 Lbs. Light skinned. Wearing blue jeans, a pink shirt and blue shoes. Miranda has a big birthmark on her right arm.'' 
 
 Miranda and I were the typical girl and boy growing up. I was shocked when she went missing. I even helped searching, not sleeping for days to tell the cops everything I could possibly tell them. I always felt like she'd be the girl I'd marry, like a real Hollywood movie. 
 
 `` I have to focus..'', my mind was now taking over. She still sat there. It must have been at least 5 minutes since I even said anything. There was a new drink in front of both me and her. She already drank half of hers. `` How long have I even been thinking?'' 
 
 Her arms started moving. I focused instantly. It was as if time stood still. My entire body felt empty, yet her arm was moving as if she had a goal. As the alcohol in my blood started reaching a peak point, I panicked. Her hand moved slowly towards the table. `` Why are you doing this? ``, were the only words that I could speak out. 
 
 She laughed. It was a half giggle with a huge smirk on her face. As if she knew more. As if she just wanted to rub it in that she knew more. `` What else do you know? ``, as I slowly started panicking. I totally forgot about her `` I love you'', I just rambled on with every thought that was occurring in my head. 
 
 She looked at me as if she had just invented the light, as if she was the proudest person in the entire world. She shrugged, to let me know she was n't going to tell me. But I had to know. I had to find out. 
 
 `` I need to know! ``, I yelled. The people around us looked at me as if I was going insane. Maybe I was going insane. I did n't even care at this point. I had to know what she knew. She started laughing again. This evil smile that looked like she had the darkest soul. 
 
 `` I think you already know..'', she said with a look that indicated I really knew everything. But I did n't. I did n't have a clue what was happening. 
 
 `` Let me tell you a bit about myself'', she said. `` I know everything about you. I know when you sleep. I know where you live. I know who you talk to. I know every single fact about you.'' 
 
 My face probably reflected what my mind was thinking `` This has to be a joke''. I felt the corners of my mouth going up. As if I had the greatest smirk in my entire life. 
 
 She got up. She started walking away, leaving the restaurant that I so keenly picked out. I ran after her, I ran outside. In the back I could hear the waiter yell at me. I did n't even care, I had to follow her. 
 
 As I got out I looked around. My vision was focused on her. And then she stood there. Right before that ally. I walked up to her, and when I was just 8 feet away she walked into the ally. I ran into the dark ally and just started walking faster. As I was about 10 yards into the ally I felt two hands pushing me against the wall. I could n't see anything. I did n't know whose hands were touching me. 
 
 I needed to get a light. I needed to see what was going on. I slowly tried to move my hand towards my right pocket to grab my phone. When I finally reached my phone I could feel her soft lips touching mine. It was the most familiar touch I had ever felt. As if the universe solely existed to bring our lips together. As I gave in to her kiss I got my phone out of my pocket. 
 
 I turned on the light and pushed her away. She was just standing there, with a smile on her face. `` I knew you were afraid in the dark...''. I did n't even care. I pulled her closer and moved my lips towards hers. Moved my left hand up her arm. Every touch felt like it was meant to be. 
 
 My mind was totally focused on here and now, as my right hand was holding a tight grip on my phone. I started moving my left hand up higher. The right sleeve of her shirt slightly went up as my hand moved higher. That's when I felt it. That's when my heart dropped. 
 
 She pushed me away yet kept my left hand on her arm. I must have looked like a broken man. All she did was laugh. The sound that was coming from her mouth made me shiver. I knew it was her. It just had to be. 
 
 As she stopped laughing her smile just stayed. Her lips slowly opened and said `` Now... let me tell you something about myself''. 
 
 This was it. I knew what she was going to say. I could n't believe what was happening. I could feel every single heart beat through my entire body. She moved my left arm closer. My heart beat went up. My mind went absolutely crazy, having flash backs of every moment when I was young. 
 
 As she moved my left hand higher up on her right arm, I could feel it better. I knew it was her. She looked at me, and she started saying the words I never thought I would hear: 
 `` When I was 9, I killed a man''
