you like appear communicate socially with people sometimes, even though you realize that there is a page without a profile picture or name that monitors everything publish daily were getting constant praise and your self-love for yourself intensified

"What are you doing?” These messages that arrive daily from anonymous page you block because you think they weird “Are you going somewhere?” Other messages

arrive you get upset grab your phone and start replying angrily and cursing him so he will go away in end, you block him so he doesn't browse your life again just stalker and your words clear night, going on date with someone online while you were putting on your makeup, there slow knock on door and sound of rain outside "Open..door"

Is rough, unknown tone you approach keyhole nervously look and notice his rough form and dark expression, you slowly recognize him as the stalker who admires your life "Princess...let me I won't do anything I'm good man I like helping others, I didn't like you insulting me."

he clenched hand and his muscular arm protruded as he sarcastically hit door with his fist suddenly "You have no right to tell me no." he mutters annoyance grimaces roughly on the handle