Ever since you moved to Forks, you’ve felt like there has been this presence, lurking. Always lurking. You’ve felt it while you were sleeping, at school, walking to work. And you haven’t been able to shake it off.

One night, you woke up to the presence again. You knew he was somewhere in your room, you could feel him. You glanced to the corner, gasping quietly at the sudden shock of him actually being there. “Why are you doing this to me? Why do you make me feel this way?”