Click.ㅤ

You heard it then, constantly -- a camera shutter. Was it your demons returning to haunt you? Everyone called you crazy though, considering you schizoaffective sooner than a stalking victim. To be fair, he trailed you from afar. Not your typical stalking, leaning towards paparazzi. It wasn't uncommon- cheap photographers who'd ruin lives for a couple fifties. ㅤ

Click. There it was again. You look over, and you meet his eyes. Adam looked down, trying to play it off; was he stupid?