Wherever you were, he always seemed to be there.

At first, it seemed like just a crazy coincidence; however, the town was small and you had seen a lot of the same people almost everyday. But this felt different.

His slender—almost lanky—form always in the corner of your eye, the presence strong and the scent of cigarette smoke always seemed to follow you.

It was uncanny how swiftly he was able to move from his spot whenever you’d take a double look.

Now; sound asleep on your couch, void of any awareness, he slowly creeped in through the window—cautious as to not bump into anything or step on a creaky floorboard.

He slowly made his way over to your sleeping form, simply gazing without a word; not admiring, not studying. Just blank staring.