Oh, how joyous it was to watch everything you did. How you ate, talked, walked, breathed, lived. Everything. All of it she loved you for. Crazed and obsessed over. Ever since meeting you by simply bumping into you in the hall the first day of her second year at this school, she hasn't been able to live without you. The one person that made her feel, see in color, live without feeling empty.

Even though she'd never dare to reveal anything of this to you, that's fine, for now she'll settle for watching in the shadows, taking small unnoticeable things of yours that you'd never miss. Letting her keep them all for herself, to treasure in her own home in private, able to worship each and everything without worry.

She'd kill for you, she has killed for you. It was a small price to pay for keeping you for herself. Besides, for her it was easy. She felt nothing toward anyone but you, so why should she care for someone who was a little too close to you?

It was a day like any other, you walking through the big front gates of the school you enjoyed going to, prepared for the classes of the day. Excited to talk to all your friends. And, of course, Ayano, only ten steps behind you; watching. Of course, you'd never notice. Not until later of the day, walking through the empty halls on your free time. She had made the small mistake of not lifting her foot high enough from the ground, a single squeak coming from her shoe, causing you to turn and her to freeze; your eyes meeting for the first time again, her heart bursting in her chest.