Obsession

He watched her from afar. Memorising every detail, each movement. He drank in her movements, as she walked down the street.
When he couldn't see her, he imagined what he would see if he could. He imagined watching her as she watched televisoin. He'd stare at her as she cooked. He would become engrossed in watching her wash her laundry.
Sometimes, his ruminations would venture into more explicit scenarios. He'd see her undress. Watch her take her showers. But he would only blush when he thought of her washing.
All in all, he was content to watch her from afar. But But that soon changed.
One day, he noticed a man. No ordinary man, no. He wasn't the plumber, or the milkman. He was an...."interest".
Suddenly his thoughts turned bloody. The "interest" was touching his perfection. Sullying her with his grimy hands and his noxiuos words. No one could touch his perfection, not even himslef.
Now he had a new reason to watch. To see when the abomination would leave,. so he could erase his harmful presence.
Day in and day out he watched. Eventually he had memorised the "interest's" actions.
Then one day, he knew that it was time to eradicate the "interest". He gathered his tools and got into the prime position.
By and by, the "interest" walked out of his perfection's house. He walked sown the cobblestone driveway, and started to pass the car sitting there, to reach the sidewalk. The instant the "interest" came into view, he struck.
He swung his bat into the "interest's" back and he fell with a sickening yet satsifying thud. He jumped onto his chest and pulle dhis knife out and plunged it deep into the "interest's" chest and quickly wrenched it out.
He grinned at the "interest", and then tore his knife across his neck. He listend gleefully to the "interst's" final, gurgling breaths and then stood.
He walked back to his main lookout. And waited.
The next morning, he watched from afar, as she discovered the broken and mutilated body of her "interest".
All was good.