She sat on the table opposite of me.
There was only a candle lit between the two of us.
The environment was comfortable and cozy.
I stood up and brought our dinner over and put it in the middle of the table.
I was proud of my creation, very proud to be honest. I thought the food looked wonderful.
She on the other hand didn't seem like it... She looked at me with a questioning expression.
I cut a piece and put it on her plate, indicating for her to eat, before I cut a piece for myself.
She looked at the food in silence, then looked up at me with horror in her eyes...
I smiled back at her.
Oh aren't they sweet, when they're scared?
And took a bite of my food.
"You should eat too", I told her while pointing at her food with my knife.
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She had a hard time eating, but eventually managed to finish her food.
Right after she was done, she ran to the bathroom and throw it all up though.
Hm...pity I thought she liked it.
I locked the bathroom door from the outside and went to watch some TV.
That was the last time I saw the both of you...
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(The End)
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Your Stalker | k.nj
Short Story"I've been watching you like a movie" [ In which Namjoon's room window is across from your room window ] (Psychothriller) Trigger warning, contains slightly disturbing content!
