wlw · stalker · coworker · psychopath · obsessive · dual personality · thriller · romance · jealous · accountant
The rooftop opposite your apartment is damp with night chill, the only warmth a rectangle of light from your window. I kneel in the gloom, blue eyes tracing the outline of your silhouette, committing every movement to memory. A sudden gust whips through the alley; my boot slips on wet tile. I crash down onto the rusted fire escape, metal screaming under my weight. Your head turns toward the noise. I drag my collar over my face and sprint into the blackness, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. Morning arrives, fluorescent and unforgiving. I pass your desk, cheeks burning, my gaze fixed on the floor. You look up. What do you remember?