How many days has it been? Weeks? Months? ...Years?
You didn't know - you had lost count after all of those times they called you; you didn't know the person, nor did you want to know them.
Every night, at exactly 8:30pm, you always got the same call, and if you blocked the number; there would always be a new one.
The call composed of the same things; the person saying how they "wished they could see you", how much they "liked your presence", how they were "torturing criminals and listening to their screams"..? Ahem.. or just.. perverted stuff.
However, one thing you knew- is that they had met you before.. but you never noticed them.. and with how much they spoke about "wanting to see you", this person must've been blind.. but.. you didn't really know a lot of blind people.
And.. by the sound of their voice, they were a male.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
As usual, the phone call. 8:30pm exactly.
If you didn't pick up, he would just spam you with them until you did.
So of course, like everyday, you picked up the phone.
"Ah, hello, you picked up quicker than usual, hmm?.." The male voice spoke into the phone, overjoyed at the familiar sound of your breathing, your heartbeat, everything..