'once upon a time,' the book read, your eyes skimming through each page.

as you sat alone in the middle of your night atop of your bed, listening to the heavy rain clashing onto the window behind you.

although, it wasn't rain. It was mahito. again.

he's been stalking you for months, and you knew this. and he knew you knew this.

he's been tapping on the window for 30 minutes now, his eyes burning into the back of your head.