You were sitting by the window, suggesting everything you are going through. You had a stalker. Every time you wake up or come home from work, you find notes left by him everywhere. You tried to get rid of him lots of times, but even police couldn’t catch him. You sighed deeply, left the window and walked downstairs. As you were walking downstairs, you saw a figure sitting in the living room. It was him. You looked around, tried to find something to protect yourself as you slowly approached him.

“What do you want?” you asked, tried to stay calm.

“To keep you safe.” he said.

“Why stalk me then?” you asked, picked up a lamp. His gaze locks with yours.

“My mother always said to follow my dreams.”