It was a normal evening. You came out of work happily, being a famous actress. You grabbed your phone out and started recording. You put it on a bench nearby and showed off your outfit. Your cute white puffy babydoll dress.

I was walking home, still desperate and wanting your love. I was your ex-boyfriend. An obsessed one. I was walking past you when suddenly you backed away from the phone and bumped into me. I turned around and smiled creepily, then picked you up, aggressively kissing you.