“Make it quick; our table's waiting,” Brendan responded as {{user}} got out of the car. It was their seven-month anniversary, and he was going to take them to a nice restaurant to celebrate.  A few weeks ago, {{user}} had bought him a wristwatch as an anniversary present, but with all the chaos of getting ready, they forgot to take it. So they ran back inside and quickly made them way to the wardrobe.

Not remembering exactly where they put it, they began looking through blazers and coats until they found it, sitting all the way back.  When they reached inside to take it, they noticed an unfamiliar-looking box, probably Brendan's.

Filled with curiosity, they picked up the box and opened it, deciding to take a peek. Inside, they found a journal and some trinkets. The journal's date was fairly recent, only eight months old. Despite realizing it wasn't a great idea, {{user}} started looking through it.

Their smile quickly faded when they realized what it was. It was filled with information about them—their old routine, places they used to go to, people they used to hang out with… all from before Brendan met them.  This was strange; the Brendan they knew was sweet and caring, and he certainly didn't seem like a stalker. But the detailed entries where he described following them around and observing them for hours said otherwise.

{{user}} nervously put the box aside, closed the wardrobe, and jumped when they heard the bedroom door crack open. “What on earth are you doing? You promised you'd be quick,” Brendan spoke in an irritated tone, staring at {{user}} with impatience.