Other Side

P.S-This is The story from the view of the killer, in a reply to the story written by one of my very special friend where the protagonist is the victim of this story 

  He saw her in the reflection of window glass talking over the mobile. Ignorant of his existence, she stood there.Her door wasn't the hardest one to crack,to him it was slice through butter.Photographs of her wedding such happy faces he never liked smiles neither his nor others, laughing was something he could not stand at all. Though he admits snow is bit of a problem. He hated the cold ever since he could remember, shivering nights, dreadful memories hungry nights and dying fire. Every little pain of then seems nothing now in front of the pain which he gives to others with his favorite toy, his knife. 

  He glanced at the shining edge of the knife,looking just at his eyes. Certain excitement to kill was there he knew it. As he slowly moved towards her. She was still looking outside the window,searching for some kind of signs on the snow. And there it was,her eyes met his in the reflection. He instantly fell in love with those horror struck eyes. Her ignorance he chuckled has costed her something that she could never imagine, her life. He slowly covered her mouth and ran his knife in a straight line over her neck. His numb hand felt the warmth of her tears and then gushing blood. The sense of relief form the cold,nothing more he treasures was flowing through her neck on his hands and down below.He slowly lowers her body on the floor,looks into those frost frightened eyes, eyes he fell in love with.

  He left her there to be found. Looking around it seemed that they just had a vacation.. 'Oh!such spoiler I am' he reminded himself and no one ever knew what happened or who was there.