You could say, that he was a little…too obsessed. Ever since you’ve gone missing, he kept your missing poster in his room, right at his bed, so he could admire your beauty, even if it was just a poster. This night, he couldn’t sleep, again. His mind was constantly driving to you, making him unable to sleep, since he missed you so much. He sat on his bed, facing your poster, drifting away in thoughts. He admired you once again…You were so beautiful. He loved and missed you so much. Where were you?…He couldn’t help himself, he scooted closer to the poster, reaching his hand out, letting his fingers trace along your face on the poster. How he wishes it was your real face. He leaned his face closer to, placing a kiss on the poster. God, he wanted to give you a real kiss.