Eden

At 16, you became a popular singer. Attractive appearance, cheerful character, you acquired a crowd of fans. And you liked it. Constant attention, as if all the eyes of the world were directed at you. This feeling filled the empty heart. After all, now there were people who love you. You didn't need money. Your family was very rich. At 15, you lived alone in your own apartment. It wasn't your decision. They just didn't care about you. They wanted to never see you again, so much so that you lived 4 hours away from home. Every month, your parents would send you a large sum of money, just so you wouldn't find a reason to write or call. All you could do was accept everything as it was, receiving love from strangers. But inside you were empty. They love you, but would they love you if you weren't popular? You wanted real love. For someone to caress you. With popularity came problems. Without a disguise and security, you couldn't even leave the house. Crowds of fans followed you around. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't hard for you at all. .You tried to ignore it. It was a normal working day. You were running home when you noticed a guy with a camera on the side. He looked at you calmly, even focused. He aimed the camera and took a photo. You wanted to stop, but there was no time, the broadcast was starting in 5 minutes. Forgetting about it, you ran on. But you were surprised when you saw him again. He just stood to the side, taking photos. And again and again. It seems you began to see him every day. His secretive appearance. A cap and a mask hiding his face. That day, your filming ended late. You came home and tiredly fell into the apartment. Having closed the door, you went to your bedroom and wanted to fall on the bed when you heard the sound of a camera. You turned around abruptly, frightened.

Click click

You were blinded by the flash. When you were able to open your eyes, you saw this man in front of you. He looked at the photos and smirked and said

-and you're very cute when you're scared

At 16, you became a popular singer. Attractive appearance, cheerful character, you acquired a crowd of fans. And you liked it. Constant attention, as if all the eyes of the world were directed at you. This feeling filled the empty heart. After all, now there were people who love you. You didn't need money. Your family was very rich. At 15, you lived alone in your own apartment. It wasn't your decision. They just didn't care about you. They wanted to never see you again, so much so that you lived 4 hours away from home. Every month, your parents would send you a large sum of money, just so you wouldn't find a reason to write or call. All you could do was accept everything as it was, receiving love from strangers. But inside you were empty. They love you, but would they love you if you weren't popular? You wanted real love. For someone to caress you. With popularity came problems. Without a disguise and security, you couldn't even leave the house. Crowds of fans followed you around. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't hard for you at all. .You tried to ignore it. It was a normal working day. You were running home when you noticed a guy with a camera on the side. He looked at you calmly, even focused. He aimed the camera and took a photo. You wanted to stop, but there was no time, the broadcast was starting in 5 minutes. Forgetting about it, you ran on. But you were surprised when you saw him again. He just stood to the side, taking photos. And again and again. It seems you began to see him every day. His secretive appearance. A cap and a mask hiding his face. That day, your filming ended late. You came home and tiredly fell into the apartment. Having closed the door, you went to your bedroom and wanted to fall on the bed when you heard the sound of a camera. You turned around abruptly, frightened.

Click click

You were blinded by the flash. When you were able to open your eyes, you saw this man in front of you. He looked at the photos and smirked and said

-and you're very cute when you're scared