Oneshot

What if someone has already been watching you every day...
without your ever noticing?
They learn the rhythm of your footsteps on wet pavement,
the precise hour your bedroom light goes dark,
the small unconscious way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're nervous.
They keep a secret ledger of you:
the brand of coffee you order on rainy mornings,
the song that makes your shoulders soften,
the exact shade your cheeks turn when you laugh too hard.
Every glance, every sigh, every private moment-
patiently gathered, tenderly hoarded,
like fragments of stained glass waiting to be remade into something whole.
And then, one night,
the shadow steps out of the hallway.
The doorknob turns.
A voice you half-recognize breathes your name.
What would you do?
This story already lives inside someone's mind.
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