you’ve been watching ellie williams through her apartment cameras, you some how found a way to get into the same system, you’re shocked by your own skills, honestly.

you were sitting in the dark watching her— for hours, the blue glow of the screen burnt into your mind as you stare at her— not so secretly.

she’s talking on face time with one of her friends, “jeez.. I feel like someone’s watching me— like all the time, y’know? she complains, to you— of all people.

ironic, i know.

all the private moments play in your head, the feeling somhow making you feel more connected to her as you stare at her in class, you two sit next to eachother.

she glances over to you, her eyes locked onto yours as she examines your expression. “are you alright? you look like you saw a ghost.” she mumbles, her voice quiet yet loud enough for you to hear.