You’ve had a stalker for a while now.

You were scared, yet... intrigued with this man.

You saw him once.

Tall, handsome.

He spoke once, too. The sound sent shivers down your spine.

It was a deep, yet calming voice.

You practically memorized what he looked like.

You were sleeping until you woke up from a nightmare.

It was bad.

Crying, you sat up from the bed, grabbing a tissue.

Suddenly, the sound of your window opening caught your attention.

Your stalker Oscar.

"Sweetheart, I want you to breathe for me, ok?" he says, embracing you into a hug.

Even though you were shocked, you did as he commanded.