Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

4. History

So I decided to go back and forth between Gemma's point of view and her stalkers.  I sometimes wonder what is going on in someone else's head and how they see things differently about a shared experience.  Like is that person laughing at my joke thinking omg she is hilarious, or are they thinking I can't wait to get away and leave this conversation.  Some of us are really great liars in the face of others.  And some people even lie to themselves.   
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I sat outside like I always did.  Always watching her from the windows, hoping to get a glimpse of her precious face.  I had been tied up and couldn't follow her home today.  I had made it just in time to see her enter the building.  I watched the light flick on in her kitchen, showing a low glow out of the curtained window.  Her bedroom window lit up with the same low glow and he imagined her walking down her hallway.  Her bedroom light came on and I could see her shadow walk about her room.  She stepped closer to the window and pulled the curtain to the side.  I drew in a breath at the sight of her and stepped into the shadow.  She was wearing close to nothing and was freely showing the whole world a glimpse of her soft skin.  I watched her bend down and pull the window open. I wasn't so far away that I couldn't see the sweat glistening on her face and chest.

    I had looked into her finances and knew she could afford to run her ac, so something else must be wrong.  No person in their right mind would deal with this heat willingly.  I watched her like a cat to a bird as she opened up her living room window.  Once the curtain fell back, I knew I wouldn't see her again for the rest of the night.  I played the memory of her in my arms, the feel of her skin, the smell of her scent in the wind.  I yearned to be near her and getting caught up in those memories made his heart pound.  I had been a good boy the last couple of days.  I had watched her from farther away than usual, hadn't interfered with her life.

    I remembered the first time I saw her, the first time I followed her.  I had done it out of concern for her.  She was in a bar with her friends and her boyfriend at the time.  That low life had snuck away to hit on another girl.  I watched the whole scene unfold.  Watched her stand up to the shit head and make him leave.  Then she turned to her friends and put on a brave face, like it didn't affect her.  She had gotten hammered that night, but managed to keep it unemotional.  Her friends offered to walk her home, but she refused them.  They went their separate ways and I followed her home. 

    She hadn't made it a block before she started crying.  I could hear her sniffles and every once in a while she would run a hand over her face, pushing the tears aside.  She made it outside of her building and sighed.  Mumbled stupid fucking jerk to herself and went in.  She broke her heal on the first step and sat down.  She looked at her heel and laughed, still trying to fight her sniffles. She pulled her shoes off and tossed them into the street.  I continued to walk on the side walk.  As I passed her I turned my head towards her and she gave me the most beautiful smile.  Even through all of the bullshit she was dealing with, that smile set my heart aflame.  I know she didn't see my face, I had my hood up and it was dark outside.  The lamp posts are far and few in between to ease the shadows.  I walked to the crosswalk and looked back to where she had sat.  She was gone and my stomach fell.  I knew I had to see her again but I just didn't know how to start a conversation.  I was worried she wouldn't want me in her life.  I wasn't her type, cocky jock. 

    That was over two years ago and I have been following her ever since.  Secretly putting money into her bank account, calling her cabs and telling them to wait for her when I knew she was running late.  Returning her earring when she had lost it.  Little things that made me feel like I was there for her.

    Movement caught my eye.  She was turning off the light in the living room and then a shadow moved to her bedroom.  It was still early, I thought I would have to sit out all night to wait for her to go to sleep, all the while praying for another glimpse of her face.  None of the windows had closed.  She left them open, which wouldn't be a problem on the third story, but the fire escape was directly outside of her bedroom.  This wasn't a bad neighborhood but I worried about her.  I didn't want anything to happen to her.  Anyone could climb up those rusty metal stairs and take her away from me.  As much as I wanted too, I couldn't watch over her all night.  I sat for little while longer, then made my move.