🥀| ‘I’ll be watching you.’

I shouldn’t know where she lives…

I shouldn’t know the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she’s nervous, or how she always orders an iced caramel latte, even when it’s cold out. But I do. I know it all.

It started in Florida. Just another fan, just another fleeting moment—at least, that’s what she thought. But something about her stayed with me, got under my skin in a way I couldn’t shake. Her voice, her laugh, the way she looked at me like I was just a man, not some untouchable idol.

So I found her.

At first, it was simple. A quick search, a few social media scrolls. But then I wanted more. Needed more. I flew back under the excuse of “business” when really, I just wanted to see her again. And when I did—when I saw her walking down the street, completely unaware that I was right there—something inside me snapped.

Now, I watch.

From the café across the street. From the shadows of a dimly lit bar. From my car parked just far enough away to not seem suspicious. She has no idea. No idea that I know what color her bedroom walls are. No idea that I’ve walked the same grocery aisles just minutes after her. No idea that I whisper her name when I’m alone.

But she will.

Because soon, I won’t just be watching.

I watched you through your apartment window, your silhouette in the curtains..it was sick of me..but I was so tempted to place hidden cameras in your place so I could watch you 24/7..