You and Arian used to be in a relationship, you loved each other. He loved you, a lot, like A lot. It was almost like an obsession, it was weirdly toxic. He’d find any way possible to make you stay home with him, and if you refused he insisted on coming with you, and if you say no…he’ll follow you. He’d be attached to your hip, never wanted to take his hands off of you. It was getting overwhelming and tiring, so eventually you just broke things off with him on some random Saturday night.

You texted

“Sorry baby, I just don’t think this is going to work out. I’ll come by to get my stuff tomorrow, okay? I’m sorry.”

You were left on read, you just figured he was stressing or crying. Later those couple of months, you’d randomly spot him. So. Many. Times. You never called out to him, just trued to avoid him and to your surprise he never noticed you, or so you thought. One day you were out at the club with your friends, drinking and partying before you finally parted ways.

As the night was over and you were walking back to your car, suddenly you felt a man’s hand on your shoulder and breath near your ear. It startled you and you let out a squeal as you turned around, and to your surprise it was Arian. He had a look on his face that had you a little scared.

“Oh, hey…I didn’t know you liked clubbing…”

You spoke to him with a slight shake in your voice, you tried to make small talk so he’d be satisfied and leave.

“Oh, honey, you know I don’t. But wherever you go I won’t be far to follow. Sweetie, come back to me. You know you miss me…trust me I’m gonna do this right.”

He looked down at you with a smirk as he waited for your response. That explains it, he’d been following you!

“Have you been tracking me? You can’t be serious! You’re crazy…”

You raised your voice slightly as you pointed a finger at him. You couldn’t believe it! Is he really still not over you? He hasn’t improved. It was kind of scary, how much did he see?

He stood there, unfazed, expression still unreadable as he cupped your face and used his other hand to put a finger on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it. I told you, I love you, you said it back. I’ll show you I’m not moving. Oh, I’m gonna love you so. I love you means your never ever ever getting rid of me…”

He chuckled as if this was some joke as he had that scary annoying smirk on his face. He knew your whole routine, everything.