She thinks she's careful...cute, but locks don't stop me. She has no idea I've been in her house. That I've touched her toothbrush. And that I've laid in her bed. She doesn't know someone's eyes been watching her while she sleeps, and that the man who smiled at her on the sidewalk was the same one who watched her cry in the shower last week. She trusts to easily. That's her flaw. And when the time's right...I'll finally say hello. ________________ She was trembling. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't-" I held her face, brushing her tears with my thumb. "Don't cry," I whispered. "I'd never hurt you, Nyla." I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've known you too long for that."