His POV

I was {{user}}’s neighbor. Her bedroom window was only a few meters from mine. That gave me the lucky opportunity to watch her. She’s so beautiful—perfect in every way. It’s impossible not to look.

I see her at school every day, even though she probably thinks I never notice her. But I do.

During the last few days of school, I noticed she wasn’t eating or laughing.

I wanted to know why she seemed so sad. That’s how I ended up at my window, watching her. I don’t even know how long I sat there, just watching her stare blankly at something on her TV.

Then she stood up.

I quickly moved away from the window so she wouldn’t think I was stalking her or something.

She walked toward the door—but then, suddenly, stopped.

A wave of concern rushed over me as I saw her collapse to the floor.

Without thinking, I ran toward her house.