He's so cute.
 
 I drop down again below the bush, and start drawing again. I managed to catch more of his features this time, and I sketch them down on-top of my previous scribblings. I need to have a picture of him for reference, so that I don't forget what he looks like.
 
 I peak out again with my binoculars; he's doing jumping jacks? I drop back down again and write it down. I'll need to remember it's his preferred warm up technique.
 
 What does he smell like after he exercise? I've never gotten close enough to him to tell. I bet he smells like a sweaty strawberry, or a salty chocolate. Hehe. I'll need write that down too.
 
 I raise myself out of the bushes again, drawing my binoculars. I scan the area for him again, until I-
 Oh no. Ohnohnohno.
 
 He's talking to a her. Who is that shitface? What business does she have with-
 
 Fuck. Fuck fuck. FUCK.
 
 They started running. Are they running partners? She's running ahead of him! She doesn't even have have the courtesy to keep him company! I'd never treat him like that. Why is he spending time with her? You can find better running partners than someone without legs! That bitch. Bitchbitchbitchbitch - Wait, what's happening?
 
 He's about to fall! And that girl is smiling at him! She's trying to kill him! I can only watch in horror as he falls to the ground, grabbing his chest. My heart has sunk several thousand fathoms below where it's supposed to be. I want to run out and scream at her, but I can't move. My love is dying and all I can do is watch.
 
 I'll get her for this.
 
***
 
 I limp my way through the hall, carrying my large contraption under my left arm. My vision sways side to side, looking for her room. Room 99.
 
 I gently lay the mechanical box on the ground. Thankfully, it only makes a quiet tap. I open one of it's compartments, reaching in, and pulling out a long, clear tube. I already got it ready, so I don't need to prepare it. I flip the switch, and stuff it under her door. It starts to let out a mechanical hum. It's quiet enough that it shouldn't wake anyone here, so I think I'm safe. As I stand up, my job complete, I can finally exhale.
 
 I feel giddy and terrified. Will they be able to find out? No, of course not. I just put down a box, and no one saw me. There's no way. Right?
 
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 Hehehe. May your god have mercy, Emi, for I will not. I think I'll sleep well tonight.