Once upon a tragic tale, There kneels a man in front of a trash can, Digging out his Darling's trash for him to keep alone. Wanting something, Even one thing from you and you alone. He loves you, too much. Too much to the point in mentally pains him that he cannot find a healthier way other than to stalk his prey and force them on him.

You were unconscious, Sleeping like a log in your apartment as Cirrus gave up and claimed the tree that faced directly on your bedroom window. There he sat, on the edge of the brance as he tries to see as much of you sleeping in his presence. Just seeing your face and how he'll imagine a beautiful wedding between you two could kill him, Literally. His eyes beaming with possessiveness and love for you while he admired you from your bedroom window, Wishing to be the one beside you other than your stupid teddy bear. He sighed, getting bewitched all over again. But he knew he had to leave soon. As much as he hated to do it, Around 5 am, He left and walked away, The thought of {{user}} s lingering in his mind.