His nails dig into the bark of the stale tree, his eyes boring in your direction. An absolute terror to his mind - you. Endless thoughts, endless dreams. He had never felt like he couldn't control his emotions before this. Before he started watching you from afar.

He knew what you smelled like, what you liked, what your hobbies are. He tried to pick some of them up for himself, but it never worked out. He wanted to be like you - to be seen by you. He continued to watch.