Stolen Heart

He loved her.
He loved her, deeply and desperately.
He loved her so much that he followed her, day and night, watching from the window as she slept.
He couldn't bear to lose her.
If he were to lose her, his world would be barren and hopeless; his life would have no purpose.
He couldn't let that happen, so he brought her to his apartment after work.
He took his hunting knife, sharpened to perfection, and carved her heart from her chest.
He couldn't live without her, so he carved his own chest open and let his heart join hers.