He knew it was wrong. It was wrong from the very beginning, but the urge to see you was just too much for his pure, little heart. He didn't want it to turn that way. His only plan was to sneak quickly into your house, take a few pictures of you peacefully sleeping then eventually go right after that. Nothing more. But now he was sitting there in your closet, panting heavily for fresh air as his hands were clenching with fear as he heard your steps from the kitchen. You were awake.