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She was invisible - until she met him.
One act of kindness from him became her reason to breathe, her quiet addiction.
What began as admiration soon turned into fixation.
She watched. She followed. She learned every detail of his life.
To her, it was love.
To him, it was fear.
Because when obsession takes hold,
it doesn't ask to be loved -
it demands to be remembered.