Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

9

Head ringing to a near static and the pulsating pain at my temples. The pain that beats in my head as if I have a secondary heart with a growing irritated mood swing.  I step out of the bus with the bag in one hand and make my way as usual to the elevator. The button turned warm yellow, that surrounded the number while the white noise at the lobby made my headache pulse some more. 

The letters keep coming, stupid rip out paper and email spam with the same words saying to tell her, or whatever it is this stalker can come up with to scare me. 

   Tell who? 

   Who is the person he wants me to tell?

As soon as I step in the metal carrier and the door slides to a close my body feels unburdened by the heaviness of the public eye. It is just me, alone, no eyes can see me. These letters put me in an anxiety filled situation where I cannot think of a public without their eyes on me. Or are they even looking. That I do not know, it is an assumption that I have considered, cause why the hell did these people know where I live in the first place. It could be this person is working in the same company, or a stranger observing from a distance. 

The mere thought of the scene I have in my mind is so detailed that I am having goosebumps on my own and my skin turns cold even though the elevator felt hot. The silence inside made my body move idly. If it was a few weeks ago, I would love this silence, just me in my own world but right now I couldn't help but want someone to ground me, anchor me. 

Like some kind of apparition, I imagine seeing Konig standing beside me and his broadening demeanor. It is the same elevator that we coincidentally meet, the same elevator I use to get back and come back, the right side elevator. I would not have thought of thinking about him but right now, I do. 

While talking to him this morning made me feel safe even just for that morning, maybe it's because he looks so strong and intimidating and his voice is unlike deep or manly but rather quirky and slightly silly in tone. He is the person who actually gave me a heads up of someone following. The stalker. 

   I wouldn't notice but it has a sense of warmth in those cold eyes. 

Or maybe I'm just so overwhelm with my life because it  decided to fuck me hard in everyway possible. That I am now missing the presence of someone who I get into the elevator with. I barely know the person. He is an acquaintance who I happen to live in the same apartment building.  

   This is the stalker's fault. 

I just felt drowning with reality that my brain went drunk. 

My eyes went pinch to a close as my finger covered them as if giving myself a reset. Not long the elevator pings a sound, notifying that I have arrived. Like instinct I walk out and give myself another resetting sigh and properly walk to my apartment door, bracing myself with another reality train. 

 Normally, my gaze lands on the door itself or the doorknob, but not tonight. 

  What?

My lips went dry so I had to wet them, curling my lips up as I checked them again. There is no paper. At least nothing that I can see. 

I pick myself up and press on the code to unlock the door. My eyes were still locked on the floor as I swung the door away from my direction to reveal what I would think the paper should be and there was none. No yellow or white rip up paper. It was clean. My breath caught up to my throat as if God just heard my prayer and let me be.

 Like medicine, it cleared me from my  headache and lightened my mood. I happily marched inside my room and closed the door behind me, locking it before parting as if an intense horror background played at the back of my head. At this point my brain receptors are just trying to provoke my hormone that is responsible for being scared and vigilante.