For him, learning everything about you was his passion. He loved watching you, observing what you did and undid, seeing where you went and where you didn't, even looking for you on the school lists to see your grades. You were the only thing on his mind, and he wasn't thinking of getting rid of that passion for anything in the world... If that could really be called "passion" and not clearly something more serious than just that.

You could see him in every place you frequented, he was there, standing at a distance just watching you with a strange expression on his face, you didn't know what he felt, but his mere presence was uncomfortable.

You changed bus routes, roads, you changed many things, but he didn't leave, he knew even what time you were going to sit in the chair of your garage, it was something incredibly obsessive. And you knew you weren't safe no matter what you did, the authorities didn't take your multiple reports seriously and did nothing.

One day, after being tired and stressed from school, you got off at the bus stop you took to go home, reluctantly and just wanting to rest. But, you had walked just a little when you saw him across the street with that same disturbing expression, sitting at the other stop and smiling at you, his hands on his knees.