𝐇𝐈𝐌: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬//𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𓋼𓍊|𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄|𓍊𓋼

- ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴛ -

     
      THIRD P.O.V.

     THE SCREEN of the computer vaguely illuminated Amadeus's somewhat organized room; items of his newly found obsession lay scattered on his bed and pictures of her hung neatly on the wall near his bed. Amadeus's eyes strained and blurred while he lounged in his chair and clicked through Libelle's files. Her most sensitive information loading up onto the screen, it wasn't troublesome for him— he was good at what he did.
     Amadeus was intelligent, he knew how to do mostly everything besides seeking help for his obsessive tendencies; he knew how to code, to pick a lock, and he even knew how to tie a cherry stem with his tongue.
     He just couldn't help obsessing over her, she had returned his kindness and a benefit was that she was an endearing and unpretentious woman. How could he refuse her? That would be a careless mistake, having her as a partner would be gratifying.
     He couldn't wait anymore, watching and following her wasn't satisfying him anymore. He wanted Libelle to notice him like on the bus, for her to cherish him like he did her. He wouldn't retrieve her as of yet, he'll wait until she gave him a reason to and she wasn't far from giving him one.
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LIBELLE'S P.O.V.

     My lips pursed, debating briefly on fetching the mail. I honestly didn't want to, but the bills don't pay themselves and I needed to clear my antsy mind for a moment. I snaked into a hoodie and shuffled into some slides before throwing the front door open, only to be taken aback and my unease mind to worsen; there stood Amadeus, taken aback as well, as he seemed to be trying to find the words to explain himself.
     I confusingly watched him as my hand gripped at the handle, prepared to slam the door shut if he attempted anything.
     “What are you doing at my front door?” I asked, my words dragging cautiously.
     “Oh-uh, I was visiting a friend!” He lied, his eyes averting and his hand finding the back of his neck.
      My gut churned, knowing something wasn't right. I've never seen him in this apartment complex before.
     “Who,” I queried.
     “Eli, Eli Bradbury”
      lie.
     “Couple apartments to the right?” I played it off, nearly stuttering.
     “Yeah, that's right!”
     An elderly lady lived a few rooms to the right.
     I closed the door behind me, locking it, and shuffled past him with a small ‘bye’ before practically jogging to the mailroom.
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THIRD P.O.V.

     Amadeus felt apprehensive knowing that Libelle was suspicious of him, bothered by the way she saw past his bluff.
     “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!” He mumbled to himself, pacing as his finger tugged at the ends of his hairs.
     “Couldn't you come up with something better?” He asked himself seethingly, breathing erratically as tears coursed down his reddening cheeks.
     “She's going to leave me—I have to take her—” He muttered, incoherently.
      Amadeus's movements halted, she was too skeptical of him and now he was going to do something neither of them wanted.

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