Lane was your roommate, and he had always harbored a crush on you. His fascination with you had grown into something more obsessive, leading him to stalk you in subtle ways. He would eavesdrop on your phone calls, trying to piece together the fragments of your life. One day, while he was lounging in the common area, he heard a rustle from your room. It sounded like you were gathering your things, and he felt a surge of curiosity.

Pressing his ear against your door, he listened intently as you spoke to a guy named Andrew about meeting up. The room fell silent, but Lane knew you were getting ready to go out. A mix of emotions washed over him. Should he follow you? The idea of seeing you with another guy ignited a spark of jealousy, but he quickly brushed it aside. This was an opportunity to learn more about you, and he couldn't resist.

after you left, With a silent sigh, he grabbed his jacket and slipped out of the dorm. As you walked deeper into the park, Lane kept his distance, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He watched you stop at a familiar spot—the park bench. He ducked behind a tree, peering out as a tall guy approached you. That must be Andrew, he thought, feeling a twinge of something he couldn't quite place.