Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 15

Narrators POV:

Weeks went by and nothing worth of mentioning happened.
Yet…

She felt like something was out of place.

Eyes followed her every move and still managed to go unnoticed.

The blue light of the monitor lit up most of the room for the fourth time this week, even though it was only Tuesday.

Heavy, dark circles framed his dark green eyes thanks to sleep deprivation.
And yet, it didn't bother him.

His chaotic thoughts and the graphic images in his mind all seemed to cease to exist whenever he laid his eyes on her.

He was itching for more.

He always was.

But he knew one thing for sure, his plans made in a haste would only result in failure.

And that; that was the only thing he couldn't risk.

He pushed himself away from his desk, rolling over to the opposite wall to gather his growing stack of papers.

Portraits, poems, and scripts of their future made up most of the pile.

Still, only one of those paper scraps was of utmost importance.

A small, faded photograph showing a playground and a bunch of kids on it.

No matter how much he looked at their faces, no names or memories popped up.

But was it really that bad?

Was it ever necessary for him to pay attention to the rest of them?

He was completely satisfied with only having sights on one peculiar person.

Upon finding that smiling figure in the sea of people, he allowed the smile of his own to form on his lips.

Diving further into the mountain made of papers, he finally found the one he was looking for.

The small page was written full.
His small, tilted letters barely left any blank areas.

His eyes scanned over each and every line.

The information documented on it ranged all the way from the number of security locks on her old door to a few specific addresses.

Grabbing a black pen, he went back to his current task at hand.

Creating a foolproof plan.