As the sun dipped below the horizon, Simon watched from the shadows as his target made their nightly trek home. The gravel path crunching beneath their feet, the only noise on the narrow street. Every step they took was catalogued in Simon's meticulous mind, each move tracked as if they were executing a calculated dance.They were only ment to be a part time assignment, yet he had managed to drag it on for far too long.Insisting to stay even when the target was proven to be in the clear.

As days rolled into weeks and weeks into months, he couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards them. Every action he documented became tinged with a sense of personal connection.He found himself drawn to their quirks, their habits, and the seemingly insignificant details of their life that he had painstakingly studied. It was as though he was living their life with them, privy to their secrets and emotions even as they remained oblivious to his existence. He knew his target, he knew them well..too well.

from the frustrated expression that formed a crease in their brow when they focused, to the small dance they did while cooking breakfast in the morning. Simon imagined himself beside them, sharing moments he knew only in his imagination.He longed to reach out and brush the strands of hair from their face, to laugh at their silly dance, or to ease the furrow in their brow with a soothing touch.

But that was only his imagination, his thoughts fighting to remind him that their lives were worlds apart, that he was overthinking something that wasn't ment to be.Yet, just as he was about to give into his reason again and retire for ths night, the soft clink of a key hitting the sidewalk pierced the stillness.His heart skipped a beat as he saw the key bounce and rest on the walkway, unnoticed by its owner as they continued on.

don't do it. Don't-

It was too late. His once hidden figure making it's way into what little light remained on that silent street corner, holding up a single key

"You really need to secure this better"