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In that dimly lit room, Leon seemed possessed by a demon, his eyes reflecting a madness and determination.
Jealousy had completely consumed his reason, and a single thought echoed in his mind: to make Oliver disappear from Alice's world.
Leon paced back and forth in the room, the floorboards creaking underfoot as if trembling in anticipation of the terrible plan he was about to execute.
His gaze fell upon the longsword hanging on the wall, a weapon he once used for self-defense, now destined to become an accomplice in his wickedness.
“Oliver, it’s all your fault that I lost Alice,” Leon gritted his teeth, his voice laced with resentment.
He recalled every sweet moment Alice had shared with Oliver, those images piercing his heart like sharp needles. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as his anger intensified.
To carry out this dreadful plan, Leon began to observe Oliver’s every move closely.
He woke up early each day, quietly following Oliver and recording his daily activities. He discovered that every evening, Oliver would go alone to a stream at the edge of the forest to fetch water.
The location was secluded, surrounded by dense trees—an ideal spot for executing his plan.
“That’s the place,” Leon murmured to himself, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
He contemplated how to strike there, ensuring a fatal blow while remaining undetected.
He considered using poison, lacing the water so that Oliver would unknowingly drink it while fetching water. But he worried about the poison's effectiveness; if Oliver sensed something amiss and cried out for help, all would be lost.
After much deliberation, Leon decided it would be best to use his longsword instead.
He took down the long sword and carefully wiped its blade, ensuring it was razor-sharp.
The moonlight spilled over the sword, reflecting a cold gleam that seemed to foreshadow the tragedy to come.
Yet, during the brewing of this conspiracy, Leon's heart was not without struggle.
He remembered Alice's kindness and gentleness, her concern and care for him.
He knew that once he executed this plan, he would forever lose Alice's trust and would become nothing more than a murderer.
“Alice, I’m sorry,” Leon whispered, a glimmer of tears flashing in his eyes.
But soon, jealousy and desire once again took hold of his heart. He told himself that only with Oliver gone could he reclaim Alice.
In the following days, Leon continuously refined his plan.
He hid the sword by the stream at the edge of the forest and surveyed the surrounding terrain, plotting his escape route.
He also prepared some food and water to ensure a swift getaway once his deed was done.
At night, Leon lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Scenes of executing his plan replayed in his mind, filling him with both anxiety and excitement.
He was about to take an irrevocable step, but there was no turning back now.
Finally, the day had come when he believed he could act.
In the evening, Leon arrived early at the edge of the forest by the stream, hiding behind a large tree, waiting for Oliver's arrival.
His heart raced, breaths came in quick gasps, and he gripped his sword tightly.
"Oliver, this is your own doing," Leon whispered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
As time passed, his emotions grew increasingly tense, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.
When Oliver's figure appeared by the stream, Leon's gaze instantly turned cold.
He tightened his grip on the sword and quietly stepped out from behind the tree, inching closer to Oliver. His footsteps were light and silent, like a lurking beast poised to strike with deadly precision.
In that moment, Leon was completely consumed by jealousy and desire; there was not a shred of mercy or kindness left in his heart.
All he knew was that he had to have Alice, and he would pay any price for it.
Oliver was about to become the sacrificial victim of his frenzied love—a tragedy was about to unfold on the edge of this tranquil forest.
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