He'd gone mad— from a simple interest to full blown unhealthy obsession, he'd been driven insane. Robert always had you right where he wanted, yet you always got away.

And now he stood in your living room, pistol pointed at you ready to fire— but he didn't, he didn't want to, he was too obsessed.

He'd lost his job because of you, wasted hours of his life stalking you— and this was how it was going to end? An anticlimactic shot to the head?

It hurt to "love" someone like you.