One Shots

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I fell for him hard. Harder then I had ever fallen for anyone. Every time I say him I yearned to be in his arms. I wanted to be with him. He flooded my thoughts, my dreams.. my nightmares. Every little crack in my life he was there.

I was telling one of my friends the other day. She had never seen him before. He's easily overlooked I guess. I only noticed him because he's always there. My friend asked me, 'what is it about this guy that has you all rapped up? You are never this way about guys.'

I just shrugged and looked at him over my shoulder. He was there like always. I told her I didn't know, but that was a lie. I knew. I always knew. From the moment I fist saw him I knew.

There was something about him. Something in the way he watched me.

Something in the way he was always there. Never intervening. We never talked, but he was always there. He walked me home every night. In the morning he walked me to work. We kept our distance, but he was always watching.

He made me feel safe, like no one could hurt me as long as he was watching.

I knew that one day I would build up the courage to speak to him. One day I did. I walked right up to him and extended a hand, "Hi I'm.."

"Mary." He cut me off, "Its nice to finely meet you.  I'm Tommas, but you can call me Tom."

I shook his hand, "It's nice to meet you too Tom."

He drew me into a hug. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was loving and soft. He whispered in my ear, "You are very pretty. I have been watching you since you were a child."

I stepped back and looked at him. He looked no older then me, and I was confused. "What? Who are you?"

"I'm the monster under your bed of course."