This is the moment you've all been waiting for: me to get off my butt and make another EJxReader. Enjoy~ Rain pours down from the dreary night sky, soaking anything and everything it touches. The wind whips cold gusts through the air. It claws at your hair and clothes as you stagger along, shivering, completely oblivious to the fact that someone has their eyes on you. They lurk there in the darkness, watching and observing your every move as you make your way home from a night out with your friends. At any moment, they will strike... *no images or gifs used in this story belong to me unless said otherwise. They all belong to their rightful owners.* *There is also a heavy amount of language and other possibly offensive, and violent content so if you don't like that kinda stuff, this story isn't for you.*

Someone has recently been leaving notes in your room. Who is your stalker, and why are they stalking you? Is it safe to write back?

➛𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 No one took Y/N serious. Now they're gone and everyone wishes they can start over. Their disappearance has taken a toll on many people and now they have changed. Some have gotten better in their traits. Others... changed badly... Days after their funeral, those who cared for them chose to apologize through text. What happens when they type back?