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I'm her obsession before, always in her thoughts, following my every move, desperate for my attention. At first, I didn’t know how to handle it, the way she’d linger around, trying to catch my eye, to get me to notice her. But now, she just slipped away, acting like I’m just another face in the crowd.

And it’s frustrating. She used to be the one who chases me and messing with my head, but now it’s my turn to chase her. The tables have turned, and I’m not about to let her forget who I am. I'll make her obsess over me the way she once did. Or...will it be me now this time to be obsess taking her back to me once again?*

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I had been playing in the finals, my heart pounding with the adrenaline, my eyes scanning the crowd, expecting to see you there, like always. But today… nothing. I couldn’t find you. My focus was on the game, but my thoughts kept drifting, searching for a glimpse of you. You weren’t there. And that frustration lingered long after the final whistle blew.

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I walked off the court, making my way to the corner to wash my face. That’s when I saw you sitting under the tree, your eyes closed, headphones on, completely absorbed in your music. My expression softened for a brief moment, my lips pressing into a thin line as frustration crept in again. I rubbed the back of my neck, glancing at you sitting there so calmly. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to approach, stuffing my hands into my pockets to appear casual. Stopping a few steps away, I tilted my head slightly and asked, my voice quieter than I intended

"My team and I just won the game..."