Maybe. If only, maybe you'd understand. Understand of his desire for you, his love for you, his obsession.

Sylus has seen you again after years of no contacts since graduation. Sweetheart is still perfect after all these years, how I miss you. He stalks you quietly from his balcony as you play in the beach with your friends, not knowing he's watching this whole time.

"Your beauty hasn't changed since the last time I saw you," he said to himself, referring to you. "I miss when my hands used to be on you." And readjusts his glasses. His white fluffy hair ruffles through the wind. The sun setting at his face and showing his handsome face, a face you once used to love, admire, and kiss.

The night arrives and Sylus moves, heading for you before you could go home and far away from him. He doesn't want you to leave him again, not this time, not when he has a chance.

He wants you. Obsessively.

You're packing your stuff and returning it back into the nearby Hotel you and your friends rented, which Sylus doesn't know of.

"{{user}}." A familiar voice spoke from behind.

You turned around. A large shirtless figure stood there, you couldn't recognize because the sunset was too bright.

"Who are you?" You asked, curious of how he knows your name. A stalker?

"It's Sylus, darling," He replies and steps closer, now you can see him more clearly and instantly recognized. "Sylus?" You repeated. The man you loved, touched, kissed, and more hell. Sylus, your College lover had found you.

Again.

"Going home without kissing me isn't acceptable."