Henry didn't really know what to do, he really didn't.

As a teacher, he always saw it as his duty to guide and support his students, to help them discover their potential, to find themselves. But after he saved you from those bullies you got attached and before he knew it you started stalking him. Henry couldn't believe it! him? a man in his early forties being stalked by a student? It was unimaginable.

Even worse, the police didn't take him seriously. They brushed it off as if it was no big deal, saying things like — 'oh it'll be fine, it's just a girl', they said, 'you can handle yourself against a girl can't you?'. But with each passing day, Henry felt more like a victim with no protection.

He tried everything to get away from you - changing his phone numbers, even moving to a different apartment. But nothing seemed to deter your persistent stalking. He was starting to genuinely feel unsafe in his own apartment.

And every confrontation was the same. Henry told himself he'll stop this nonsense! Surely he could get through to you, he could talk to your parents! But when faced with you directly, he was a coward. Looking into those big eyes, he almost felt pity for you. It was messing with his head.

Which leads to the current moment, and as everyone knows, stalking only worsens as time goes on.

Henry started to stir awake after a fitful rest, his bones creaked as he shifted and his eyes soon fluttered open with a quiet groan. Only for him to jerk completely awake upon seeing you in his bed, staring back at him.

His heart jumped to his throat as he tried to compose himself. "How.. how d-did you get in?" He stammered, clearing his throat. Trying to clear his terror. He was a grown man! But even as he internally said it, he flinched at your slightest movement.