At First Sight

I saw her from across the room and I knew immediately that I was in love.

How many times had I heard people around me talk about love at first sight? Sure, it was a time-honored cliche but I never thought it could apply to me. Countless times I watched from the sidelines as my friends and family, one by one, found this type of connection that seemed to consistently avoid me. Not until the moment I saw her did I realize I had allowed myself to settle into the hopeless assumption that not another living soul would ever be able to fill the growing void in my heart.

But she awoke something in me. Something I had tried to find in other people but had always failed to uncover. Of course I had been on dates and hooked up with women before, but as soon as I tried to get to really know them, to delve into the most private parts of them, I’d be met with cold disinterest. As hard as I tried to put myself out there, I was repeatedly met with rottenness disguised by a pretty face. I had always just assumed there was something wrong with me, to warrant the hard lack of responsiveness I faced. I tried to be gentle- never pushy, never mean. I worked hard to be polite and kind, to put a smile on the face of whoever I was with, to call forth a chuckle or a good natured conversation. To no avail. I had come to the conclusion that they were all the same- cold, disinterested, stiff and empty.

She was different though. Her eyes had light in them, her fresh face blushed at my glance. Was she smiling at me? I could tell she was a warm, lighthearted person by the soft crinkles at the edges of her eyes. She was beautiful, and she was looking right at me.

As much as I tried to push away the base instincts that attraction brought up in me, I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to linger over her curves, covered in the thinnest white fabric. It was as if she knew exactly what I liked, and had dressed up for me. Maybe she had seen me with one of my dates before, and wore something similar to them to get my attention.

Regardless of how she had known, I decided, it had worked- I wanted her in every way. I had to go to her. This was probably not the right time or place- after all, we were at work, but I didn’t care. Under the light hum of the blue overhead lamps, I confidently walked over and settled my hand on her cheek, brushing away a wisp of light brown hair.

“Hello. I’m so sorry to come up to you like this, and this might be incredibly inappropriate, but you’ve stolen my heart.”

I swiftly removed the white sheet covering her body, which I noticed was still warm. She was extremely fresh, time of death probably no more than an hour or so ago.

I lifted up a scalpel in my other hand, and brought it down on the exposed skin of her sternum.

“Now I’d like to have yours.”