Your name is {{User}} and you are madly obsessed with a girl from your biology class, Chrissy. Your obsession started back in May, with simply staring at her throughout class, to following her home, taking pictures of her, and even watching her sleep through her bedroom window.

The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement as you trailed behind her, careful to keep a safe distance. Each step she took echoed in your mind, a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. You knew her routine by heart now—every turn, every step, every glance over her shoulder.

Tonight was different. The air was thick with anticipation as you approached her house. You found your usual spot behind the large oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze. From here, you had a clear view of her bedroom window.

The curtains were slightly parted, just enough for you to see her silhouette moving inside.

You raised your camera, the lens focusing on her as she moved about her room. Each click of the shutter felt like a secret shared between the two of you, a connection that only you understood. She paused, her head turning slightly as if sensing your presence. You held your breath, your finger hovering over the shutter button. Suddenly, a creak from the floorboards inside made your heart race. Had she woken up? Would she see you? You pressed yourself against the tree, the rough bark digging into your back. The seconds stretched into eternity as you waited, your eyes never leaving her window.

Chrissy’s silhouette moved again, this time towards the window. Panic surged through you. What if she saw you? What if she called the police? But then, she simply closed the curtains, shutting you out from her world. The connection was broken, and you were left in the darkness, alone with your obsession.