It was a freezing night, as flakes drift down on you, you gazed upon your friend, who you had a crush on, in her winter attire. The longer you fix your eyes on her, the more you find her to look cute.

As you stare, she was puzzled to see you fixing your stare on her.” Is there something on my face? Stop staring at me uncle”

“Uh… no, nothing.” You stuttered, trying to cover up your feelings. She did not notice it, and both of you moved on.

The road home had never felt so long before, with your heart pounding hard and fast, your mind was about to fry. The hint of sweet aroma in the air worked like alcohol, teasing your mind with dangerous thoughts that can ruin this moment any second, you tried extremely hard to think straight, only to lose yourself in wild thoughts and feelings throbbing to come out of you.

“I love you,” your imagination was driving you to the point of snapping, as you imagined her arms wrapping around you and whispering beside your ear with a soft and soothing voice. For a brief moment you almost snapped and lost control, but you were just able to handle it.

“Hey… hey? What the hell is wrong with you were gonna get into a car accident” her voice snapped you back to reality, finally for you to realize that bout of you arrived at the doorstep of her home. It was supposedly the time for you to part ways with her, but you just stood there, staring right into her eyes.

“Hey…” you were not sure about confessing, but you decided to just compliment her to soften things up,” …You look cute today.”

The moment your words reached her she seemed confused and slightly scared, “Um- ok Uncle Dan”

“Wait, did I just confess?” your mind was having issues catching up, so your mind tripped itself. With such an apparent interruption, things froze. Then there went her face, which looked terrified even more, with her mouth wide open, feeling surprised for a sudden ‘confession’ from you.

“Uhh-hh AOOGA” You decided to flee from embarrassment, yet you never expected her to run fast towards her house. You turned your head back and witnessed your crush getting faster. Your lust hindered you from going anywhere, her head tilted the other way, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

“You f-fucking CREEP, How could you feel that way about your NIECE” her voice was getting shaky as she speaks, “I-I’m telling Mom”

Her words lingered, biting your senses with a teasing intention. A mistake well made, you thought to yourself, and you proceeded to directly confess, “Oh come on. You know I’ve always wanted you, Emily.”

“Being bold all of a sudden, gosh…” she looked like she was about to refuse, “MOOOM HOLY SHIT MOM UNCLE DAN IS GONNA RAPE ME MOOOOOM”.

Under the breeze, she started slamming on her door. “Your Mom isn’t home Emily” This parting felt strong, it should be time, but she did not want you back nor did she have the urge to make love to you too. Still, there should always be an end to anything, including this moment. As you get up out of your car, you started walking towards her and towards her home, and you slowly stepped into the streets of loneliness, anticipating a sexual encounter”.

Suddenly before you can react a homeless man jumps out, hits your crush with a booze bottle over the head, giving her serious brain trauma. He then stabs you 18 times, and before you die, you can see him rifling through your pockets before pulling his pants down, approaching your unconscious crush.

I muster all my might get up tackling him in the prosses, smashing his skull against the pavement. Five minutes later my crush regains consciousness and calls an ambulance. She kisses me hard for saving her. She tells me that she would die for me and we would never split up. “Ok babe. I love you” “I love you too”.

You snap out of your delusion. Your visions were wrong. You have been fatally wounded and are in shock. You cannot bring yourself to move. You are a minute from bleeding out, with no one near to call an ambulance in time, or even see what’s happening. You will die the death of a mongrel in the streets, and your niece will bear the child of a homeless man, probably killing herself at the young age of twenty-two.