Frank P.O.V
The blinds were closed, so I couldn't see a thing. The bark was rough on the tree that I was sitting on making it uncomfortable to sit on, and I couldn't see a thing. No matter how moved I couldn't find a comfortable position.
Someone inside turned on the light. At least now I see the shadows through the blind. I could watch his every move, but I couldn't see his face; the face that haunted my dreams, the face that appeared on everyone when I looked around, the beautiful hazel eyes and unnaturally pale skin. His long, greasy, black hair that made me reach my hand out to touch even though there's no hair to feel.
I sighed, putting my hand down on the tree next to my right thigh, and drumming my fingers.
I don't know why I come here every night. The curtains are always closed so I can't see him. I should really try staying away, I tell myself, even though I know there's no way I'm going to be able to. I sigh again and I'm about to climb down the tree when I see the curtains move.
I freeze where I'm at as I see pale fingers grip the curtain blinds and pull one open enough to look out the window. All I see is one perfect hazel eye and I jump down the tree.
I land on the grass and run to the side walk. I start walking when I reach the side walk, pulling up my hood and stuffing my hands into my pockets. If he was to look out toward the side walk he would only see someone taking a midnight walk. Not someone who practically stalks him.
// Authors Note //
First chapter finished! I will be writing the next chapter now so it should be up soon.
- olivia
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