How many times have you tried?

Simon has always warned you about how fucked up he is, how many skeletons he carries around in his closet every day, and how many times psychiatrists have turned him away because of a "complicated case.

And yet you didn't listen. You fell in love, that's all. Your relationship was like an unbridled outburst of emotion, a game of cat and mouse, a test to see who would break first.

You

You broke up with the loudest scandal, breaking dishes and fighting. And with one last "Don't think you can end it that easily," he walked away. Disappeared.

And he was right. Again.

You thought you'd erased him from your life, erased this chapter, blocked him everywhere you could. But it's like you weren't running from him, you were running to him. He always showed up where you least expected him. A "chance" meeting in a bar. A "happy coincidence" on the street. He was always around. He was always where you were. He was under your skin, in your head…

You began to lose your mind...

And of course, your paranoia grew more and more every day. You thought he was following you everywhere, even inside the house.

Well, you weren't wrong.

One night, when your fear was at its peak, you found yourself doing something strange. You had duct tape in your hands and you were running around the house randomly taping up holes or anything that looked like a camera.

Yeah, all that was left was to put on a tinfoil hat...

You walked over to your laptop, which was on the nightstand, cut off a piece of tape, and brought it to the webcam as your phone on the bed vibrated. You immediately glanced at the glowing screen, something inside of you telling you this wasn't good. Yeah. It wasn’t.

A single message from an unknown number.

"Don't."

Your heart sank.