[ WP ] You have broken into someone 's house , and discover a shrine dedicated to you ...

It wasn ’ t a particularly original shrine. Center-stage was a large framed picture of her, a photograph of her caught unaware, taken by an ex-boyfriend a few months back. The salty sea air whipped her long auburn hair as she gazed, transfixed, at the water. It was a hundred shades of blue. She supposed he must have downloaded it off Facebook and printed it. Around this photo were numerous others, some from social media and some she didn ’ t recognize which she assumed he must have taken himself. Interestingly enough, there were also polaroids taken from her childhood. Her mother ’ s favourite of her and her sister, taken when she was thirteen and Jenna was ten during a family vacation to the lake. 
 
 *How on earth had he gotten hold of that? * 
 
 He was obviously more resourceful than she had initially anticipated. Around the photographs were light candles and, what looked like hundreds of letters. Upon closer inspection she noticed they were all love letters of a sort. 
 
 Melissa, if only you understood my love for you. It runs deeper than any- 
 
 She had seen enough. A silver heart shaped box at the base of the shrine caught her eye. She picked it up and gently opened the lid. Her eyes widened as she was faced with a lock of her own auburn hair. 
 
 *What the fuck* 
 
 “ Melissa! ”, a trembling voice came from behind her. She started, and nearly dropped the box, but forced herself to put it down carefully. She turned to see Jonathan. His eyes were a mixture of frenzied panic and pain. 
 “ Mel… I… you were never meant to see this… ”. His face crumpled in anguish. He looked on the verge of tears. 
 She took a deep breath 
 
 “ John ”, she forced her voice into a deliberately soothing tone. She began to walk slowly towards him until she was standing right in front of him. 
 “ John, it ’ s okay. I love you. I love you too. ” 
 
 He stiffened in shock, and then relaxed. His grief-stricken expression quickly transformed into an elated grin. 
 “ Oh my God, Mel. I always knew. I always knew you felt the same. From the first day I saw you. ” 
 He broke down into sobs and she moved forward to embrace him. As he held her in his arms, she grabbed the gun from her back pocket and shot him with precision through his right temple. His death was instantaneous, and he fell to the ground. She glanced at his glazed eyes and the pool of blood gushing out of his wound with indifference. 
 She knew Jonathan had been stalking her for some time now; but unfortunately she did not know far he planned to go in his explorations of her life. There were things which she could not allow to be uncovered. 
 
 Oh John, you really chose the wrong woman for your infatuations 
 
 She wiped her fingerprints from the gun and placed it in his right hand, making sure to place a few more of his fingerprints around the weapon. The trajectory of the bullet was consistent with suicide, assuming he had placed the gun to his own temple using his writing hand. She wiped her prints from the silver box. She made sure that the back door she had picked open was locked, and unlocked the front door. And then she dialed 911. 
 When the police arrived, they found her holding his dead body, sobbing and shaking. The perfect picture of hysteria. 
 
 “ He- he called me over to his house ”, she garbled between sobs, “ and he told me he loved me and showed me this, this shrine and the pictures and… and it scared me so much. I told him I would never love him… I shouted at him… and then he got out the gun, and put it to his head and... and... I did this… He would n't have done it if it was n't for *me* ”. She began to sob again and cradle his dead body. They would find her fingerprints on his jacket later so this was an unfortunate but necessary task. 
 A female African American police officer began to pry her away from the body. 
 
 “ Sweetheart this is not your fault. Come with me and we ’ ll get you some fresh clothes. We ’ re going to have to take you down to the station for a statement but I promise we won ’ t keep you for long. Is there anyone you can call? ” 
 She nodded. 
 
 As she walked, she heard cops and paramedics talking 
 
 “ She ’ s obviously in shock- ” 
 
 “ Had a whole goddamn shrine Tommy I ’ m not kidding. You ’ ve got to see- ” 
 
 “ There are some real creeps out there these days. I had this one case- ” 
 
 *Oh dear John, you really chose the wrong woman for your infatuations*
