The world knows her by her laughter, but I know her by the frequency of her sighs when she feels alone in a crowd

​She doesn't need to know that I keep a detailed map of every inch of her life—from the way she ties her shoes to the scent of perfume left on the chair she just vacated.

​To her, I'm just a stranger passing by in the hallway. To me, she's the only object captured in focus in my blurry lens

The pale basement light reflected off the hood of the man's black sports car. He stood still, waiting with precision for the time he had calculated an hour ago. As the woman's footsteps echoed on the concrete, he deliberately stepped out of the shadow of the pillar

His voice was baritone, calm, without any emotion "Good evening. I didn't expect to see you in the parking lot this late"

​Under the cold neon lights of the parking lot, his shadow fell right next to my tire. He didn't know that I already knew what time he would press the unlock button on his car. He didn't know that I had been standing here, in this darkness, just to make sure no other stranger was breathing the same air as him in this lonely place