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 The amount of vomit that came through that woman's mouth when she sighted the picture was unbelievable. She did not bring the photo the police but kept it to herself hiding it from public, but she started writing her article, with an amazing amount of information about Alexander Dickens. It felt impossible

for her to smile with the vulgar thoughts that she was having, but she made it thinking of Alex. Her fingers moved as fast as lightning that the typewriter would explode as much as her head. Whilst writing the article she could not stop thinking of Brian. She merely had the idea that the murder was caused because Brian was jealous, he never fancied the idea of Emily being with anyone else. She spent her break thinking over and over the subject. Every time she thought of the word photo she felt like someone stuck their fingers down her throat. The article was starting great, but pictures were missing, she swung her bag around her shoulders dragging her feet down his apartment. At the

exact spot that she stood there was a perfect angle of him walking down the street. Flashes flew from there to there, blinding other people's sight. The camera was now her favourite possession, hiding in the shadows taking pictures of Alex, he was like a drug to her. She started getting obsessed, but most of all with him, watching him over and over again and taking pictures. But the worst part was she kept them to herself, when she got them developed she made two copies, one for the article and the other for her, watching them from time to time. The love she had for him was beautiful, precious and lovely, but it all went to far, nearly every chance she got she went out looking for him and stalking him.

Time had flew vastly, the end of her article was now around the corner. She was exhausted, her eyelids found it difficult to stay separate. As she poured herself a cup of coffee she could not help wandering what Alex was up to at this minute. she looked out the window with her face reflecting on it seeing that there was no one else for Alex but her. The camera sat on the table teasing her with a smile, grabbing it she could feel all the precious photos. It was persuading her to go and pay a visit to him. Strolling through the moon which was at its very peek she got her camera ready. She waited at behind the shadows impatiently, finally, she spotted him waiting in an alley. He seemed to be waiting for someone, looking around and rolling his eyes. Merely at midnight a woman showed up, a true beauty with blonde hair. His innocent hands wrapped around the woman's waste rolling his tongue inside of her lusty lips. Were his hands really innocent, or were they full of sin and lust, Emily stood paralysed, ready to cry out blood, her heart was cut into two pieces. Why would he do such an evil thing to her? She could not understand. She dropped the camera right after she by accidentally took a picture, she felt like her heart was displaced, like someone had just cut it out. His hand slithered up the woman's shirt, whispering something in her ear, why would Alex, the one person she ever felt true happiness with do something horrible like that? She could feel her soul and guts being ripped out him, she filled with sadness and sorrow, but also with envy and rage, she had never had an enemy, but now she stood her face to face. Proof had come to her, he did not love her, but she thought this was impossible, her life was now ripped in half by some stupid little blonde whore. Her legs ran and ran like they had never ran before, at her arrival to her apartment everything went upside down and everything became a blur. Darkness had roamed around the her, Alex was destroying the titanium that built up the hole inside of her, nothing was left, she needed him. Before she could move she puked tsunamis' of vomit, more than ever, even more than the situation with Brian.