I was scrolling through my Instagram feed one day when I stumbled upon a picture of a page from a book called, ‘The Diary of an Oxygen Thief’.

Read that and absorb every word without having your heart-broken apart, I dare you.

I am not, in any way, a book kind of person. If it isn’t a school assignment, Harry Potter, or Land of Stories, I don’t read books. I read fanfiction, and that’s it. Those heavenly goodness are enough to make me happy, or at least they have been for the past six years.

Then I saw that, and it was a moment of immediate attraction. I feel the need to read that book and understand deeper about the story of this man who got off on killing poor girls’ soul.

It was legal, he said. I think I killed a few of them.

Boy, isn’t that the truth? Killing people come in so many form these days, and while physical abuse can be reported and brought into court, these form of crime can not. Thousands of people can die of heartbreak each day and it isn’t something you can sue about. It’s something so simple and yet so despairing when it sunk in.

I want to understand him, the Oxygen Thief. I want to understand his reasoning and why he did it. I want to reach out and have him healed, as imaginary as he might be.

The first page itself didn’t have to take much to break my heart. I will get myself ruined into shreds if I ever got my hand upon that masterpiece.

To those who wish to buy me a copy, you will have my heart and soul. To those who wish to read the sample, click here and read the first 50 pages of it. To those who sell a hand-me-down of the book, please contact me.

If you’ve read the book, let me know what you think below!

Here’s to the Thief