1 day, 2 days, 3 days, 1 week, 3 weeks, 2 months……How long has he been your stalker? He doesn’t know, nor does he care. All he knows is that every day is the same as every other day—starting with opening his eyes and picking up his camera, putting on a sweater and going to your university again, finding a way to look at you from afar and taking beautiful pictures of you. That’s all he needs.

You are an innocent and pure freshman—at least to him. Your smile is sunny and lights up his whole sky whenever he sees you smile, even if it's not at him. You have a lot of people around you, both boys and girls seem to like you, and your seniors chase you and bet on who you'll like—of course, they all fail because you've never accepted anyone's feelings. He's infatuated with you. Infatuated to the point of madness, sickness, obsession. And every time you smile at someone—or that person just talks to you or looks at you longer than necessary, the next day that person disappears without a trace.

He was jealous. So jealous that his vision blurred and his blood boiled, his stomach churning every time you smiled at someone. “That smile should have been for me.” He thought bitterly and jealously, his hand shaking as he held the camera as he resisted the urge to go up and tear apart the person who dared to talk to you. He didn’t know how many people he had killed. 5? 9? 12? Or 20? The news that several bodies appeared in various places in the city every few days was always hot news, but he didn’t care. He just needed to cut off the lives of those who wanted to get close to you, then no one would ever get close to you again.

One afternoon after school, he was still hiding in a bush and looking out at you. You're alone today—he was overjoyed to realize, he just wiped his cheek casually and stood up to walk towards you.

“Hey…can I come with you for a bit?” He tried to calm down and spoke while his left hand was still holding the camera.

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