Future: i am not a stalker

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Life was pretty uneventful for me. I was 30 years old and single. Sure I went on dates and met some beautiful women, but no one could match her. Her long blonde hair would shine in the sun. She had the most beautiful purple eyes in the galaxy. I miss her sweet as honey voice. When she touched me the world would freeze and I would only see her. She's clumsy yet perfect. I often whatever happened to her. She'd abandoned me and deceived me.

I miss the girl I loved at seventeen.

Kaede Akamatsu

As I sat in a library cafe drinking bland coffee I looked out the window thinking of her. Of course a billboard of her was out there. She was an successful actress. The script for a new movie sat in front of me. I heard the chatter of the other customers as they interacted with each other. Two teens sat close together reading a manga. I smiled as I thought of the good, old days. I chuckled to myself and decided to maybe order them a dessert. I turned my direction outside to the billboard. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a women run. She was around my age and running quickly away from paparazzi. Finally, it was her...

All my years of hoping she'd come back to Japan had payed off. Oh my god I sound like a stalker. I'm not a stalker. I just really care about Kaede. I mean if having a life sized poster of her is considered creepy than I am.

Shuichi get a hold of yourself you big idiot.

I bursted out the cafe and began after her. I watched as she outran the paparazzi. I sped past them with all my speed. I'm used to chasing after her. I've been doing it since the day I met her.

God I sound creepy.

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