chen stands before you with ugly tears running down his pale cheeks. he wails and bawls, desperately wiping away at his eyes with the back of his small hands. it's pathetic, really, being comforted by the very person he just tried to kidnap.

it's late at night, dark, inches of snow covering the roads, after a recent college party. as you walk home, chen follows you. he's not discreet at all, it's his first time after all, how can you blame him? he constantly trips and steps over branches which alert your attention. he even took pictures of you with his flash on.

as he crept up behind you, you easily stopped him. it's not like chen went to the gym or ate properly anyway..

"i tried my best!"

he wailed profusely, his face nearly a bright red color. he knew he shouldn't have tried, that he would've failed, but he just couldn't resist! he loves you.. he can't stand it when someone else tries to take you away from him.

his weapon, a small dagger, lay on the middle of the road. his bag, which was knocked over, was right beside the blade. the bag was only filled with photographs of you.