Her beauty radiated from every pore. Her bay blue eyes drew you in. The unique shade of blue could enchant anyone observing her. They had a soothing effect on children and adults alike. Observing her, your eyes would next fall to her nose. Her nose that was just the right size and shape for her perfect face. Then, you would see her sinful red lips. Lips that never cursed in front of children, but a few words would slip out when she was alone. All of this was framed by her dirty blonde hair. She was like a marvelous marble statue. Perfect in every aspect. If she were a statue, everybody would stop and stare.

She spent her days teaching children how to multiply and how the sun makes shadows. In the evening, she would come home, put in a movie, and sit down to relax while she ate take-out. At eight-thirty she would take a shower after she let her cat, Delta, out for a while. It was the same routine day-in and day-out. After her shower, she smelled liked berries and pomegranate. A sweet, innocent smell, yet tantalizing all the same. She would slip into a pair of pajamas, usually her favorite blue pajama pants and a tank top, and her worn out house shoes. Cautiously, she would always look out her window before letting Delta back in. Quickly she would shut her curtains. Shutting out the outside world, and locking herself in.

Marilynn Jordan was a goddess. A Greek goddess that walked among mere mortals. Her beauty surpassing Hera herself. There is no other way to describe her. As soon as you laid eyes on her, you knew that she was to be praised. Still, some men tried to get her attention and win her heart. All of them failed. She had closed herself off to dating after the last man she loved had disappeared. It was for the best. Marilynn would meet the one man she would love for all eternity today. Once she returned home from work.

Stepping inside Marilynn’s home, one would find nothing out of the ordinary. It had tan walls and hard floors. A dining room connected to the kitchen, a living room off to the side, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. Just the right size for a woman and her cat. Pictures of her family were framed and on the wall, along with paintings that made no sense to the average person. Walking further into her tidy house, the smell of ammonia was clear. Looking around, there were no dishes in the sink, but instead a trashcan overflowing with takeout bags and boxes. Cleaning supplies were in the glass cabinet over the oven, the cabinet door was left slightly ajar. A fact that would bug Marilynn if she hadn’t been in such a rush this morning. Silently, I fixed it, careful not to mess up anything else in the room.

I wandered into the dining room next. A table set for four was in the center of the room, equidistant from all the walls. The sliding glass door was locked and had the curtains drawn, leaving hardly any light in the room. More pictures lined the wall in a perfectly straight line. I studied them all, wondering how she got all her beauty from her ordinary parents. Marcus and Lynn Jordan were just plain people that had given life to the most extraordinary being to ever walk this earth. It was astonishing that they were capable of such a thing. The picture that really caught my eye was the one in the center.

The picture of him. Her lost love. Why had she not removed his picture from where it hung yet?  My blood boiled and I lost control. The glass shattered and shards stuck in my knuckles as more fell to the ground. My fist throbbed and blood started to leak out, but I ignored it as I smirked at the shattered picture. She didn’t need to think of him anymore.

I heard four chimes in the background and knew I would not be waiting much longer. I strolled into her bedroom like I had many times before. I flipped on the light and looked around. I walked aimlessly around her bedroom. I took everything in from her lavender walls to her purple comforter. I sprayed her Paris Amour perfume, reveling in the delightful aroma. She always smelled like that, but with a touch of berries. Not long after, I heard her car pull in. The rumble of her old engine was unmistakable. I had heard it so many times before. Quickly, I moved to the window to watch her come inside and greet me.

The way she scrunched up her perfect nose when she looked at her house was adorable. She took in everything, scanning her eyes over every little detail. I moved back from the window, as not to ruin the surprise. Searing pain made me look down to my fist once again. I carefully plucked out the glass shards that were still stuck in my hand, careful to not make a sound. Realizing I had left the bedroom light on, I quickly shut it off and moved to her dresser. I opened up her top drawer and took out one of her socks, tying it around my hand to hide the bleeding for now.

I heard her melodic voice from the hallway. She sounded like she was on the phone. I crept into the doorway and looked at her. Her eyes immediately caught my movement and her eyes flashed to mine. Dropping her phone, she took a step backwards. Away from me and towards the door.

“W-who are you?” she stuttered.

I laughed, “It’s me, Marilynn.”

“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave. Now,” she retorted as her eyes darted around.

My blood boiled. How could she want me to leave? I was here for her! We were meant to be together. Why couldn’t she see that? I advanced toward her, but she only moved away, avoiding my touch. Avoiding me. Rage roared to life inside of me. The next moment, I had punched the wall.

Did she want to deny me? I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it was enough for her to think she could escape me. She fled toward the main door and had barely flung it open by the time I had caught her. She couldn’t outrun me in those heels. She was foolish to try. She struggled against my hold, but she had brought it upon herself. We could’ve lived happily if she would’ve listened to me. But she tried to fight. They always do.

***

Setting the pen down, I looked up at the man sitting across from me.

“What happened next?” he asked in his gruff voice.

“I expect you know. I rode away in your cop car,” I retorted.

The cop got up and walked to the door at a leisurely pace, knocked twice, and waited a second. Once the door opened he took one more glance at me before looking at the female cop standing outside the door.

“Book him,” he ordered her as he sauntered away.

I looked up at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed cop that was entering the room and grinned. She’s just my type.