Yes, I'm ashamed of my disorder. It's like a black cloud, a thick one, just hanging over you, affecting all your thoughts, not letting you think clearly. Unstoppable, and unreachable. I don't want him to see this side of me, my dark side. But there's a chance that he already has.
Today I sat on the tree, and so did he. At this point he's not completely hiding from me, just keeping a distance. I like that, and that's dangerous. It's pushing me to want to talk to him, to actually do something that I would never do. To approach him.
Meanwhile this was all going on in my head, I noticed that he had a journal, and he was writing on it, what about?
maybe he wrote about me there, but why would he?
And again I lost myself in my head looking for answers.
He constantly had this aura that appealed to me, that triggered my need to know him. It's almost indescribable, this passion that I felt every day that he followed me, every day he looked for details about me, every day he wanted to get to know me. This passion that I could sense, that he passed on to me, that connected us in a different level. This was all him, and that's just what I needed. Him.
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A Stalker's Spot
Teen FictionA damaged girl called Halsey, is affected by her depression disorder, which makes her have a different perspective. Her life was normal until he showed up. She was always closed off to the world, until he opened her like a petal, but he's not the cl...
