That day was ordinary for everyone else. Studying, laughing, going home, repeating the same routine.
But not for you.
For you, every day, every second, was only about him—Reo. You didn't need a reason to live other than him. You didn't need the world, you didn't need anyone—as long as he was still there, your life had meaning.
You slept with his face in your mind, and his voice echoing in your ears. In your dreams, he remained. There was no empty space in your brain not filled by him. Even the ticking of the clock in your room sounded like his name repeating, non-stop, until you woke up in the middle of the night with a pounding chest. Your breath, your heartbeat, even your footsteps… all moved because of him. You could not—would not—live without his shadow.
You knew his every movement by heart. The way he bowed his head when writing, the way he bit his lower lip when confused. Even his footsteps, you recognized them. From afar—there was a specific rhythm that only you could identify. You even knew the difference in his expression when he was truly happy, compared to when he was only pretending to laugh to seem friendly.
But observing from afar wasn't enough. It was never enough.
You started silently following him—walking a few steps behind him on the way home from school, traversing the same streets, just to ensure he arrived safely. You knew where his house was, what time his bedroom light went out, even the location of the window that was always slightly ajar. You knew everything about him, his family, his past, his fears, even the secrets he held.
On certain nights, you stood silently outside his house. Not knocking, not making a sound. Just staring at that window… waiting for a flicker of light or the shadow of his body. Sometimes you imagined what if that window opened wide and he stood there, looking at you with his sweet smile. For you, that was enough. For now.
But not forever. There was a hunger inside you that could not be satisfied with just watching. You wanted more. You needed more. You wanted him to turn only to you. You wanted to hear his voice speak your name—with love, or with fear. Anything. As long as it was only for you.
And every time someone else approached him, it felt like a thousand needles stabbing your chest. You smiled falsely in front of others, pretending to be friendly, but in your head, you were already calculating how to get rid of them one by one. His friends, his teachers, even his family—all were just obstacles blocking your path to him.
The hunger inside you grew wilder. You wanted to hug him, restrain him, ensure he could never leave. You wanted him to cry in your arms, you wanted him to plead, you wanted him to realize there was no way out but with you.
Because if he tried to run, you would pull him back. If he fought, you would crush that resistance. And if anyone else tried to take him… you would erase them from this world without hesitation.
His smile for others was a betrayal. His laughter with others was an insult. Every gaze that wasn't for you was a sin. And sins must be punished.
You wouldn't mind the blood on your hands, as long as it meant he stayed by your side. You wouldn't mind bearing his hatred, as long as he never left you. You wouldn't mind locking him up, chaining his hands, covering his mouth—as long as he couldn't leave again.
He is yours.
From the beginning, until the end. There is no other option.
And one day, you won't just stare at him from afar. One day, you will confine him in your home. Locking the door, closing all the windows, and no one will be able to disturb you both. You will ensure he only has one name on his lips, one shadow in his eyes, one person in his life.
You.
And when that day comes, he will understand. That this is not ordinary love. That this is not merely an obsession.
This is destiny. A destiny already written in blood and tears—and no one can erase it.