Monster Underneath The Bed✓

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Chapter 3: Silent Pursuit

The weeks passed, and YN’s fixation on the boy deepened. She became an expert in the art of invisibility, blending into the background while keeping him in her sights. Each day was carefully orchestrated, every movement planned to ensure that she remained unnoticed but ever-present.

One afternoon, YN lingered in the hallway outside his classroom. She pretended to be focused on a book, but her eyes were trained on the door, waiting for him to emerge. When the bell rang, she timed her steps perfectly, just far enough behind to watch without drawing attention.

As the students filed out, the boy appeared, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. YN’s heart quickened at the sight of him. She followed at a distance, her pace matching his as they moved through the crowded corridors.

She noticed the way he interacted with others how he laughed easily, how his expressions shifted subtly depending on who he was speaking to. She observed the little things that no one else seemed to notice: the way his fingers drummed on his thigh when he was impatient, or how he bit his lip when he was deep in thought.

Suddenly, he stopped at his locker, and YN quickly ducked behind a nearby column. She held her breath, peeking around just enough to see him.

“Did you finish the homework for tomorrow?” a voice asked, pulling her attention back to reality. It was a classmate, casually leaning against the lockers nearby.

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad,” the boy replied, his voice calm and confident. “I think I got most of it right.”

The conversation was mundane, but to YN, it was everything. She replayed the sound of his voice in her mind, trying to memorize the tone and cadence.

After school, YN continued her silent pursuit. She knew his routines now the path he took home, the shops he stopped by, the places he liked to visit. She followed from a distance, her footsteps always in sync with his, careful never to be too close or too far.

That evening, YN found herself near the local park, where she knew he often went to unwind. She hid behind a cluster of trees, watching as he sat on a bench, sketching something in a small notebook. The sight of him so focused, so absorbed in his own world, filled her with a mix of longing and satisfaction.

In her own mind, she felt a connection forming a silent bond that only she could understand. She stayed there until the sun began to set, watching as he packed up his things and headed home.

As he walked away, YN finally allowed herself to relax. She stepped out from behind the trees, feeling a strange sense of contentment. Her obsession was growing, but so was her resolve. She would continue to watch, to follow, to understand him better than anyone else ever could.

That night, YN sat at her desk, writing in her journal. Her hand moved quickly across the page as she documented every detail of the day the way he smiled, the sound of his laughter, the tilt of his head when he was lost in thought.

“I’m getting closer,” she whispered to herself, her eyes flickering with determination. “You’ll never know I’m there, but I’ll always be with you.”

The silent pursuit had become a part of her life, a routine as natural as breathing. YN’s world revolved around him, and the invisible thread that connected them tightened with each passing day.

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