The End → f.s

i'm hemmo.

After I stormed out and my manager begged me to return I couldn't find Via anywhere. She's gone.

Her twitter also not active. Even though the signed up event is already two weeks ago.

Last tweet I remember is from last Monday.

@ashtonirlose: xx

Just that nothing else.

I ruined my moment to talk with Via and now I won't meet her again. In two month I'll be gone to UK with the others for some shows. I'll must find her no matter what.

I creep on her facebook account, got her e-mail address and birthdate.

Many countless effort I gave just to meet her, and finally I got her home address. I got it!

And everyday I'll stand beside her house looking to her room window. Sometimes I threw socks on her window just to see her come out to her balcony and makes confused face.

I also slip some notes there.

'You look pretty in that t-shirt today have a good day! X'

I repeat that routine until one day she already waits on her balcony. I hide but she caught me.

"Luke?"

I run away, but I trip on my untied shoes. Via helps me get up.

"You've been throwing socks to my house?" She asks. "How do you even know my house?"

Before I try to explain. Her beautiful feature turns to frighten. "Are you Mitchelle from twitter?"

"Do all these couple months you've been tweeting with me? Chatting with me?" Via's voice turned shaky and she took a step back.

I don't reply.

"You are a creep!! Get out from my house!!" She screamed at me.

"B-bu- I love you!" I screamed back. This is the truth. I love her.

Her jaw drop. "It-it's not love Luke not even close..."

"B-"

"Just get out. Or I'll call the police" she stuttered. "Please"

"But Via.."

"Just okay.. Tell me how long have you been stalking me?" She asked without looking at me.

"Two years in social media"

"And throwing socks?"

"A month and half"

She gave me a disgust look. "Sorry Luke.... You grossed me. All of you grossed me!! Get out!"

She ran to her house leaving me alone.

I don't care with her screaming at me. I still showed up on her side of window. I still throw socks at her window.

And one day she called her lawyer and gave me a restraining order.

I must stay away from her.

From my love.