Another day of more smoking, sniffing and snorting crack. God, he just couldn’t wait. He needed to see you. He yearned to see you. Like everyday.

He came home, swinging the door open and closed as he ran upstairs to his bedroom. He got settled in his bed, waiting. Night settled. Then he heard it.

Tap tap.

You were here. Tapping on his window like every night. He was obsessed. He’d kill for you. Anything. Anything at all for you.