It was pathetic to think that she could love me. But when I saw her, I knew I would do anything to make her love me. And I did. I protected her from her fears, protected her from everything that could come between us. But even though I did all this so that she could finally be ready to love me, she did not. So, I saw no other way out, I had to bring her to her senses. I had to make her understand that I and I alone can protect her. I had to make her understand that her life is much better when she is with me. I had to make her understand that I am her future. But she wouldn't listen to me, she just couldn't accept that I was right. That we were meant for each other. So, I told her everything I did for her, to make her happy, to give us a chance. But she thought I was crazy. She never wanted to see me again because killing her best friend was supposedly not a proof of love but just completely deranged and psychopathic. But I couldn't just let her go, I loved her more than anything. She was safe with me, she was happy. And when she wouldn't stay with me willingly, I had to think of something else. So, either I let her go and let her make the wrong decisions or I kill her, because if I can't have her then no one else can. I chose the second option. Because all I ever wanted was to make her happy. And with me she was happy.
She is with me every day. I carry her with me every day and I know that she is happy to be with me. She can't tell me, but deep in my heart I just know. I know that she was happy that day. She was happy to die in the arms of the love of her life and my heart was glowing with happiness that day because I knew it was me. I was the person who had made her the happiest person on earth. And no one could ever take that feeling away from me. I loved her with every bit of my heart and still do.
So yes, I plead guilty.
The judge said: ''With this statement, I declare the defendant guilty!'' He hit his gavel on the table and declared the trial over.
I saw two policemen coming towards me. They handcuffed me and took me away. And all I could think of were her last words.
''I am sorry that I don't I love you. But I also do not want to pretend that I love you. I am sorry, but I did not want to die as someone who tried really hard to be someone I couldn't.''
''Die? But you didn't know I would kill you?'
''Yes, I did.''
"How?’’
"Because you love me.’’