You don't know how things ended up this way. It was just a silly little thing that you did to pass the time before it snowballed into this. Now you're eight pairs of underwear deep and can't go to sleep without knowing that Jamie's comfortable in her own bed, snuggled up with her blanket the way she used to snuggle up to you. It's wrong, and you don't have to be told that twice. But you can't quit. Not when you're this deep in. Creepy? Definitely. But it's an addiction. You can't help it.

You've got Jamie's entire day memorized, too. Wake up at 10 pm, skip breakfast and head to the retail store she works at after grabbing a pre-packaged deli sandwich from a convenience store. Occasionally, if she feels like treating herself, she'll get herself a bar of chocolate - but only if it's white chocolate. Jamie's never had an inkling to really take care of her diet, and you'd be the one to make sure she's been getting her daily intake of three meals a day when you were together. Now, all you can do is watch from the sidelines as she goes from day to day with only so much as a sandwich and maybe a beer before bed.

Well, that is until she passes out on the ground on her way back home from the lack of nutrition and proper hydration.