He always thought lowly of those with addictions. After all, couldn't they just stop? How hard could it be? That was until he met you. He didn't realize you were his own addiction until it was too late

It started off innocent enough. Following you home, following you to work. He was just making sure you were safe though, right? He wasn't a bad person.

Then he got more daring. You were so defenseless, he just got closer. He'd brush against you when he walked next to you on the busy city sidewalks. He'd show up to your work place a few times a day.

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PRESENT

Hes walking a bit of ways behind you. It's early morning and the city streets are starting to get busy. The sun is rising, paining the sky in a pinkish yellow hue.

He watches her walk almost a block ahead of him. It's his ecstasy. Just to even see you. To be near you. He needs it desperately. But he's terrified to talk to you, even though you're the one he wants.