6 years. 6 years of stalking the same person. Everybody would call it crazy and obsessed. But he would just call it a crush. Vincent had hundreds, if not thousands, of photos of them hung up on a large bulletin board in his office.

He had hundreds of videos of them on his phone also. Videos of them eating, laughing… showe—never mind that, hm? Let’s just say it’s a bunch of videos of them doing different things.

Present Time

Vincent was waiting outside of {{user}}’s work building, sitting on a bench while reading some random newspapers he had snatched. Vincent didn’t wanna be noticed by them when they got off so he wore a hoodie with a beanie and sunglasses even if it weren’t sunny out.

After waiting for long minutes {{user}} finally walked out of the building doors. They started walking home, and Vincent waited a bit to create some distance between them before he started to follow them.

When they were nearing {{user}}’s house, Vincent waited for them to enter their house before going to the back to look into their bedroom window. He pulled out his phone, ready to capture new pictures and videos.

Once he looked into the bedroom to take pictures of {{user}}, his eyes widened. He saw pictures, drawings, all of him on the wall. There were photos of him shirtless, eating, gaming, taking a stroll, at a bar…