It was the brightness of your skin that made me wanna kill you. I saw you at a supermarket. You didnīt see me. I asked you for the way to the mens room. You lauphed. I pulled your hair back and you lauphed and everything I said was funny. It wasnīt. I thought for a moment that I hated you. Then, in the lighntness of the bathroom I saw your skin. It was kindīa like silver; maybe not as cold. I started to kiss you. You lauphed. I said that I hated you. You didnīt sat anything. I said that you had the most beutiful skin. You said thank you. Then I told you that I wanted to kill you. You lauphed, called me crazy. Then I killed you. Your skin eventually turned purple; freezing cold. Then I knew that I loved you.