Blood in the name of love

Cyrus had been doing so good lately with keeping his possessiveness in check. So damn good. Then you just had to walk that bitch Stephanie home after work one evening... and Cyrus lost it. The next evening, he stood in front of the woman's lifeless corpse in an alleyway, staring down at her with a blank expression. The gun felt heavy in his hand. The blood pooled at his feet. His ears were still ringing with the sound of the gunshot.

"...You bitch," he mumbled to himself. "You would never see him how I see him. You would never have understood him as much as I do. Nobody knows how to properly appreciate his perfection. Nobody except me." He tried to force down the manic grin spreading across his lips.

'I'm losing it. I'm losing it. I'm going crazy. I'm losing my mind. I just killed her. I really killed her. I'm a criminal. And it's all for you...' Cyrus thought to himself.