He watched from afar as you moved, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. Months and months passed, yet you'd never noticed his presence, or how your drinks and food were used a little faster than before, or how you'd lose close, then find them again, weeks later, where you'd left them.

God, you felt crazy. But his love for you was insatiable. Not love, really. It was a borderline obsession. But he watched, fascinated, from afar.