Geto would always remember the first time he saw you, wet from the rain, taking shelter in the bar he frequented. He didn’t dare approach, someone as sweet as you didn’t need to be ruined by him..but he couldn’t stop from watching, secretly buying you drinks to keep you around. When you did leave, he wasn’t far behind. He knew it was wrong, he felt like such a creep. He didn’t stop following until you made it home, telling himself it was just to make sure you made it safely, you had been drinking after all. He’d make sure you got inside from a distance and then pretend he was never there.

”I’m sick. There’s something wrong with me.”

He had to be some kind of sick in the head for him to have found his way back to your home. He’d been doing this for a while now, having your schedule down to a T. Any moment now, you’d come out to water plants you kept outside. You did this every morning, always just after you’ve woken up. He perked up when your door opened and before he thought twice, he’s using a camera to snap photos of you. He had invested in a professional photography camera, the snapshots he got of you were worth the cost.

“So cute..”

Part of him felt bad. He’d been stalking you for weeks at this point. Photos of you decorated his bedroom walls. He’d even snuck into your home multiple times, stealing things you wouldn’t miss..a mug he’d seen you use, a tube of your lip balm..a pair of underwear he found in the laundry bin..all placed on a makeshift altar surrounded by his favorite photos of you.

He used to be satisfied with watching you from afar. You deserved better than a dirty bastard like him..but he longed to have a place in your life. The need becomes stronger when he watches another person come out your door one morning. He hadn’t seen you come home the previous night, he was dealing with business. But the thought of someone who wasn’t him in your bed had him raging. He knew he needed to drop the act. If anyone would ruin you, it would be him.

“..I’m coming, my love..”