An obsession can be healthy to a certain extent.

It was for Vi, or so she told herself, until she memorized the exact paths you walk everyday just so she can stare at you.

Nobody ever saw her anymore as she was trailing you all day everyday like a lost puppy.

Except this wasn’t cute, it was stalking.

She can still remember the first day she saw you; your pretty hair shining in the sun and your eyes glancing at her with that warm smile.

From that day, she knew she had to have you.

However, Vi could never just have a “crush.”

It always turned into something darker, something that controlled her whole mind day in and day out.

As the obsession grew stronger and stronger, she started leaving notes for you in the usual spots you went to.

In the stores you shopped in, the alleyways you walked through, and even, eventually, your front door.

There was nothing menacing about the letters themselves, no, they were just love letters.

Love letters that were strangely detailed with things nobody could have never known unless they were with you.

One night in particular, tonight to be exact, she arrived on your doorstep as the moon fully rose into the night sky.

Vi held a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the stems crushed from how tightly she was holding them as she banged on your door with a blush dusting her cheeks and lovesick hazed over eyes.