Lily Jones always cared of what others thought of her. She worried about that a little too much. So when her friend told her that he found pictures of her on the internet, she was completely shocked. He told her that it was a facebook page that was extremely popular and the last pictures were only of her and no one else.
When she came back home, she searched the page of the name 'Destined to Take Pictures' and it was no lie that her pictures were on there and her pictures were the most popular. There was even a picture of her in her underwear and all those pictures were of her in her own apartment, excpet a few of them. The first thing she thought was that she had a stalker, so she went to the library, the room where she stood when all those pictures were taken. She didn't have curtains on the window and the window was huge, since it was a balcony.
Lily opened the window and her heart started beating faster as she searched with her eyes for the place where he was taking the pictures from. She scanned the building that was facing towards hers and when she didn't see anything suspicious, she sighed and just stood there watching the stars and thinking what she could do about this.
Just as she was about to go back in, something flashed her right in the face and she looked at the building again and saw a shadow on the roof. It was definitely a man figure, but then he just disappeared into the dark and Lily felt scared but flattered at the same time, because someone actually thought she was beautiful enough to take pictures of her.
Lily never had a real boyfriend, of course she kissed a lot of men, after all she was twenty three years old, but she never fell in love. She felt insecure all the time and was afraid of being cheated on, so she never really loved a certain man. She worked her entire life, starting from Starbucks to pay her writing classes and now her dream came true. She became a writer and her books were known in the whole world. She was proud of herself. She had everything she ever wanted, her dream job, good friends, beautiful apartment, except a man that adored her.
And sometimes Lily found it funny how she was a hopeless romantic and wrote the biggest romance novels, but she never fell in love. Oh, how ironic.
Staring into the darkness, she got out of her thoughts and went back into her apartment. She went to her room and layed down on her bed, not even taking her makeup or clothes of. Just laying there and closing her big green eyes before drifting to dreamland.
