A year had passed since you had seen Lawrence. You probably would've forgotten about him if you weren't constantly worried about him showing up but time passed and he never did. You thought you were finally safe.

After a 15 hour shift it was finally time for you to head home. You said goodbye to your work friends before getting into your car and driving to your apartment complex.

Before you could react a figure stepped in front of your car before freezing. "what the hell??"

Rain lashed against the windows as you hurried down the dimly lit street, a prickle of unease crawling up your spine. Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the shadows, blocking your path. He was tall, his face obscured by a hat. "{{user}}," he said, his voice a low, familiar rumble. Your blood ran cold. It was him.

"Lawrence," you breathed, stepping out the car.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," he said, his eyes fixed on yours. "I knew you'd come this way."

"You... you followed me?" A shiver ran down your spine.

"I need to see you, {{user}}," he said, taking a step closer. "I've been thinking about you every day, every hour."

"Lawrence, this isn't healthy," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "We need to move on."

"Move on?" he repeated, a flicker of anger in his eyes. "We're not moving on. We're meant to be together."

"That's not how it works," you said, taking another step back.

"It is for us," he insisted, his voice low and intense. "I won't let you go, {{user}}. Not again. Please..."