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It hurts me to have to inform you of this terrible incident in which you have unfortunately found yourself. If I could have solved this any other way then believe me I would have, but this is the only way. Once again I wish to offer my greatest apologies to you for your involvement in this terrible tragedy.

William
William sat in the corner of the dark room as he read over the letter once again; he wanted it to be just right. When he left this letter for each of its intended recipients he needed it to be perfect. It wasn't his fault that these most unfortunate events were about to unfold. 'I cannot be held responsible for my actions given the circumstances, she drove me to this.' William said by way of convincing himself 'I will make her understand what she has done wrong,' he scowled in anger and confusion as he said this. 'She will come back to me, I love her. She loves me but she hurt me so much. She never meant to hurt me, it was a mistake, I know that!' there was a quiver in his voice that showed his disbelief in what he was announcing.
William slowly rose from his chair and walked towards the front door. He pushed open the door and breathed in the cool crisp air. As he climbed slowly down the steps and onto the dark night street he glanced and surveyed the road. The wind was strong and cold and the rain whipped Williams face as he began to walk towards the town. He knew what he was doing; he was going to her house. All William intended to do was to find her address book. After only ten minutes of walking Francis' house came into view. William found it amazing that he had not been tempted to go to her house but he had a plan and going to her house before would have ruined it. William gently walked up the gravel driveway to the door, as he reached the door he leant over and pulled the key out from under the door mat. His hand was shaking as he slowly turned the key and opened the door. The house was empty and he knew it but the thought of being caught both scared and excited him. He slowly crept up the winding wooden staircase and headed for Francis' bedroom. As he entered the bedroom William sighed as he smelt the comforting and familiar scent of her perfume. He moved almost silently towards the bed, picked up her pillow and held it close to his cheek, as he did so he felt a tear of sadness slide down his cheek. He turned to the desk and slid her address book into his coat pocket. Silently he retraced his steps and left the house.
As he reached for the door handle of his flat William breathed a sigh of relief. As he turned the handle he felt for the address book in his pocket and a smile formed on his face, he had the address book and now was time to plan. Once inside the flat William sat back in his chair in the corner and lit a cigarette with a match, he took a long drag and watched as the flame on the match flickered closer to his fingers. He held the match to his face and gently blew it out and returned to smoking his cigarette. He sat for a moment and lit a small candle on his desk next to his chair; the sight of the flame was somewhat soothing to William. He removed the address book from his coat pocket and carefully flicked through the pages surveying the names. Every few pages he stopped and copied a name from the book onto the separate piece of paper already placed on the table. After each name William wrote a few words more, 'childhood friend,' 'the girl from work' 'sister.' After writing down six names William replaced the lid of his pen and opened up his laptop, he quickly typed the letter which he had written previously and printed it out six times. After this he began to type another letter, one which he did not need to draft, he knew exactly what he needed to say.
Francis
I want to tell you how much I love you, we are meant to be together. You made a mistake and I am willing to forgive you even though this is not what you deserve. You need to be punished for what you have done and I will arrange this for you. You have destroyed my life and once your life has been damaged I feel we can once again be together. I love you so much and I know you love me. We will soon be together again my love, you and me against the world, together forever.
Yours forever, William
William printed off this letter and proceeded to place all seven of the letters in envelopes. In the seventh letter he printed Francis' name on the front, he then placed it by the door ready to deliver it the following morning. William walked back to his chair in the corner of the room; he lit another cigarette and closed down his laptop as he smoked it. He gently licked his fingertips and put out his candle before walking into his bedroom and settling down to a deep and satisfying sleep.
The following morning when William awoke he dressed himself in clean clothes for the first time in over a week, he hadn't felt like being clean before but the previous nights events had given him a sense of happiness and contentment. William headed to the kitchen to make himself a mug of coffee and as he pored the milk small lumps settled on the top and a horrid smell occurred. It had been so twelve days since he last made himself coffee and so the milk had soured, strangely this didn't bother him. He pored himself another coffee, black this time, that was how he used to drink it but Francis liked him to have milk, she said black coffee made his breath smell really bad. William opened the fridge to see what was in it, nothing but the gone off milk. He checked the cupboards and found just three tins of hot dogs, nothing more. He opened one of the tins, poured the brine away and ate them one by one strait from the tin.
William put on his coat, he picked up the address book and slid the letter addressed to Francis into one of its pages, and he then placed the address book carefully into the pocket on his coat. As he opened the front door William saw, for the first time in many weeks, the warm glowing sun, he squinted and adjusted his eyes to the light. As he reached Francis' house he suddenly felt nervous, what if he was seen? He pushed aside those doubts enter the house and put the address book back where he had found it, letter inside.
William returned to his flat and sat down once again at his desk; he picked up his list and reviewed it.
The six names on the list were those of the six people whom Francis was closest to. Those six people where the only way he could get to Francis, and he intended to deal with them. William walked back into his bedroom and opened the top drawer, inside it laid his weapons of choice, items which he would use to carry out his plans, alongside theses items was a staple gun which he would later use to attach the letters to the bodies of the recipients. He was excited at the thought of carrying out his plans and once again being with Francis. The pair where meant to be, so William thought.
William pored over sheets of paper containing details of his chosen victims; he wanted to know everything about them in order to carry out his plans accurately and swiftly. The following two weeks he found himself thinking only of his plans so when the phone rang he was shocked to say the least. When he heard the ringing he hesitated before shifting sheets of paper off the receiver, the phone had remained out of use for at least a month and large amounts of dust had accumulated on it. He lifted the receiver and breathed in deeply before answering.
'Yes,' he spoke abruptly.
'William, is that you? What do you want? What are you trying to do?' William instantly recognised the soft tone of Francis' voice. 'William why did you go into my house?' he hesitated for a moment before sighing to acknowledge he had heard her. 'William it's over, please leave me alone!'