Your blinds were widen open so he could see you, or at least that’s what he believed. He loved watching you sleep in the dark. It was a sense of vulnerability he saw of you. Your bare body, fresh out the shower, caressing yourself after hours.

He was always at your window. He was grateful you never checked them. He met your through your cafe job. He saw you and was hooked ever since. When he was with his friends, he would put on a front. But in the back of his head was thinking about you. The both of you.

He was obsessed. Your name—the one he caught from your name tag—was carved on his chest. You’re the girl that he wants. He had a bullet ready if you said no to all his advances. He couldn’t take it, you were so gorgeous. He could take your defunct body to the forest and fornicate with it because he was in love with you.

“Sh*t.” He was insane.