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i am working on a love story... er.. kinda

NOTE: Wall of text. Text in realtime. I might still use this idea, so back off.

This is me thinking of a romance story-

Ok. Here goes. There's a guy. It's from the guy's perspective. Why? I don't know. Good. It's evening, sappy descriptions of how wonderful and romantic the ambience is, chicks dig that shit. It's drizzling, just to make it seem more romantic. He's left his umbrella at home and is walking in the rain. They're picturing Gerard Butler not Seth Rogen so it's aww... A litter of puppies huddled up in the rain, he builds a makeshift shelter with a piece of cardboard that's lying around. More awws. Good good. But why puppies? Why not? nothing is a metaphor here it's there just because. Ok, next. The guy is walking in the rain thinking of his girlfriend- who's left him. Why? We don't know. Probably because of something he did. Definately because he fucked up. Maybe he didn't give her enough of the D  You can't put that? Why not? Chicks love the D. Like in that best selling Twilight fan fic? That had a ton of B, S and M to go with the D. I wonder if virgin chicks would actually dig that. Anyway, focus! Focus! Ok, so he fucked up, not her fault. Maybe it's a little bit of her fault as well. Chicks need to sympathise with the dude. He's romantic, considerate and almost always does what his girl expected from him. Almost. So we don't know why she left him. Good, that's the mystery. Why did she leave such a nice man aww. They're gonna eat it all up. Then what? Ok, he goes somewhere unexpected. Like the cemetary. Ok, unexpected. But why? Make him pick up flowers at some point earlier on. At the cemetary, and he lays flowers on a grave. Her grave. His girlfriends grave! Aww she's dead! THAT'S why she left him! So sweet. Now them chicks don't have to feel bad about fantasizing with him. Eh? Gerard Butler remember? Ya, ok. No moral dilemma. That's good. Then he reveals the reason for her death. He killed her. Because he is a psychopath. And there was no evidence to convict him.

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