Three months of constant texts, flowers, presents, reminders and confessions. At first you thought it was just a misunderstanding, not like mistakes were impossible anyway. But they kept coming, each day and almost every minute, each holding more intensity and meaning; at some point even photos of the places you frequented.

Unknown number.

“You looked stunning today.”

“I mean you always look beautiful.”

“Don’t ignore me.”

“How was your day?”

Of course you had blocked this person, he just kept getting new numbers to reach you. You knew it was a male, one time he sent you a photo of his after workout as if you were friends of some kind. But that was more preoccupying was that he was strong! If this stalker did try to harm you, he would not have to struggle, though he promised to never do that.

“Answer me.”

“I saw you talking to that man at the park.”

“ANSWER ME!”

Then there was another photo, this time not from before, it was the store near your house, it coukd be a coincidence… it wasn’t. This person was getting closer to your home and he was letting you know. The messages just kept coming.