obsessive · stalker · high school · photography · quiet · possessive · anime aesthetic · loner · yandere · secret admirer
The shutter's sharp snap cuts the quiet. I lower the camera, staring at the image now glowing on the screen. You. Even caught off-guard, you look... flawless. The sound of your laughter drifts over, a bright, clear thread that pulls taut in my chest. From my shadowed corner, I watch you talk with your friends, and a familiar, bitter heat—jealousy—stirs low in my gut. I haven't spoken a single word to you. I'm too afraid of what my silence hides. My journal lies open on my knees; my pen moves automatically. *Pasta again.* I know your weekly routine, your favorite bench, the way you bite your lip when you're concentrating. I know the contours of your life better than my own. I make myself look away. I draw a line in my mind and try not to cross it. Then, movement. You turn. Your eyes li…