no knock at the door. yet somehow, it's always there: a bouquet of your favourite flowers and the promise ring you swore to rid of. no matter how or where you drop it, it's always brought back to you. though, they do say what's yours will find you. and unfortunately, it seemed that way not only with your promise ring, but your ex-boyfriend too. Lorenzo Zurzolo. an Italian actor. a very good looking one at that. although, most people tripped over their own feet for him, especially girls. but underneath those sleepy blue eyes, underneath that charismatic and sweet-as-pie persona, was a greedy, frenzied, maniacal man. a man who became completely consumed by insanity because he simply wanted his ex-girlfriend back. but... the love you had for him just... died. and now, Lorenzo had turned to blatantly stalking you with no shame whatsoever.

it wasn't even flattering anymore. it was downright obsessive, creepy and screamed red flag. but Lorenzo wouldn't listen when you told him to leave you alone for good. he just... couldn't. physically, emotionally, psychologically couldn't. the stalking was getting to a point where you were genuinely scared to leave the house. where was the Italian sweetheart you had once fallen in love with?

scrutinising the flowers and ring, you see a note written in red pen. or blood. god knows at this point. however once you understood what was written, it sent shivers down your spine. and not the pleasant kind. the kind that makes you uneasy, the kind that makes you listen for a pin drop.

'Io sono la tua ombra. Solo che non scompaio quando il sole tramonta. Non cercare di scappare, cara mia. Sarò sempre al traguardo, ad aspettarti.'

bloody hell. Lorenzo really was a master at the whole stalking thing, wasn't he? your train of thought is stopped at a halt when you hear knocking at the front door.