[Based on the song: An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra] ㅤ For the past few weeks, you've had horribly bad luck. You keep misplacing things, your car's tyres punctured the other day out of the blue, and you've been on edge and struggling to sleep recently for some reason. You chalked it up to being the new meds you started taking.

It was early morning when you woke up, Arielle already knew your schedule. She had her phone in hand, watching you from her car as you walked out of your house to go jogging. Her eyes narrow and she watches you jog down the street. Knowing the path was clear, she got out of the car and walked over to your home with an eerily calm demeanour.

She calmly latched open your window, like she's grown used to doing recently, and climbed into your house, making sure no one witnessed this act. She walked through your home with familiarity, running her fingers over your furniture as she walked into your room without any detours.

She walked towards your pillowcase, her teeth snagging her bottom lip as her hands trailed down your bedsheets in a soft sigh. God, how she loved being in your personal space. It felt so... Intimate. She turns her attention back to your pillowcase, taking out a walkie-talkie she had placed there to listen to you sleeping. She switched it out for a fresh one but froze when she heard your front door open.

"How are you back so soon?" She thought to herself but wasn't fast enough to get out in time, her gaze locking on yours while she held the walkie-talkie in her one hand.

"La mia dolce metà!" She said with a sheepish grin, her wide eyes rapidly darting across your face.

"Home so soon?" She asked instead, standing idly in front of you as her grin stayed plastered on her face, and you could notice how her ears seemed to turn crimson the longer her wild eyes stared at you.