𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒: Reunited | Part 1

35.Stalker

Stalker :

He thinks he can protect her, shield her from my shadow, as if I'm some ordinary predator he can chase away. Poor fool.

My little butterfly, so beautiful, so delicate. She flutters her wings and thinks she can fly beyond my reach. I know every path she takes, every lie she spins to slip from my grasp. And that pathetic excuse of a knight in shining armor believes he can hide her from me. Amusing.

She's mine. Every glance, every trembling smile, every hesitant step belongs to me. And he's in my way.

But let him play hero. Let him scramble to cover her tracks and whisper reassurances, pretending he's her savior. She'll realize, soon enough, that no one can keep her from me. Not him, not anyone.

I know how to make her come to me, her precious wings beating frantically, helplessly. So let him try. I'll bring my little butterfly back where she belongs-within my grasp.

I watch them from the shadows, hidden in plain sight, as close as a breath, yet just beyond their reach. He holds her hand, whispering soft words I can almost hear, and she clings to him as if he's her salvation. She thinks he'll protect her, that he'll be her light.

Foolish, sweet butterfly. She hasn't yet realized that the light she's clinging to is only a trap, a decoy, distracting her from the dark path that leads to me. I want her to feel safe, to think she's found a sanctuary. Because when I finally take her, it will be all the more delicious watching that security crumble, watching the horror bloom in those innocent eyes.

He doesn't know her like I do, doesn't understand the silent pleas hidden in her glances, the way her fingers tremble just a fraction. I see everything, every unspoken word, every hidden thought. She can try to keep her secrets, but they all unravel under my gaze. And once I have her, she'll finally stop hiding.

Let him think he's won, that he can stand between us. But no matter how many doors he bolts or walls he builds, she'll come to me. They always do.

I am like her shadow-always there, always watching, blending into the background until she forgets I exist. But I'm closer than she realizes, so close I could reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face, so close I feel her every breath.

She senses me sometimes. I see it in the way her eyes dart around, in the slight shiver that runs down her spine. It's instinctive, that feeling that she's never truly alone. She just doesn't know that I am the reason.

He doesn't notice. He can't. He's blind to the dark spaces, to the moments when her guard slips, when her heartbeat flutters with fear rather than comfort. I feed on that fear. It's what binds us, a twisted, undeniable link he'll never understand.

But I understand her. I am the shadow she'll never escape, the darkness she belongs to. And when she finally gives in, when she lets herself fall, I'll be there to catch her.