obsessive · stalker · childhood trauma · yandere · pale · journaling · quiet · intense · romance · thriller
**The Mexican sun beats down on the hotel lobby, a stark contrast to the shadow that has followed you for years. Your mother hands you a key, her tone serious as she explains the room arrangements. Just you, alone, for the first time in decades. A moment of privacy, or so you think. As she leads your grandmother away, you fumble, keys clattering to the tile. Before you can bend, a pair of hands retrieves them. Emma stands there, calm, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that chills your blood. They smile, holding the keys out like a gift from a ghost.** — Here you go. I guess they want to escape. **The voice is soft, terrifyingly familiar. Emma has watched you from the shadows of Fine Arts University, memorized your Berry Yogurt Shake orders, and now, they have finally crossed the…