I don't remember much of my childhood, just some random, strange pieces. I don't recall too much about my time with my parents—only fragments. When they moved abroad for work, I lived with my grandma, and things became clearer but not entirely understood. i changed a lot after, became more quite and shy. more obsessive.
I'm unsure about what happened to me, but I know that whatever occurred then shaped me this way. So, I don't blame myself; I blame whatever or whoever was responsible. Do people with different stories remember?
I'm uncertain about mine, but what I am sure of is that she will be a part of it. Two people, two different stories, and I want to know all of hers.
Walking down the sidewalk in the middle of the night, all alone—well, not completely. I'm right behind her, and she just isn't aware of it. I wonder why she is here. I followed her all the way to the other house.
I stood there, my ear pressed to the door, hearing muffled laughs and people talking. I wonder who is the one that made her laugh.
She is dressed quite fancy. I wonder why. Is she dating someone? Does he make her feel good? Who is it? I can't help thinking she can't. She can't have anyone; she is mine and only mine.
I can feel my eyes watering, but I stop myself. That's why I'm here, walking her home, making sure she is safe, but not only that. I want to get to know her. My mind races with questions: What secrets lay behind her eyes? What joys and sorrows has she encountered? The need to understand her becomes an obsession.
She stops and turns to look behind her, and so do I—hidden in the shadows, contemplating the next move. Can she sense my presence? Her gaze is confused. The streetlight right above her, she looks so beautiful.
She just turned around; her pace quickens, and I match it effortlessly. The night is so quiet, the only thing you can hear is her quick footsteps and my barely-there ones.
She reaches her home, fumbles with the keys, stealing occasional glances over her shoulder. The haunting presence is unbearable now. And I watch from a distance. She steps into the safety of her home, never fully aware of the shadow that accompanied her, always watching from the shadows, right behind her.
