Michael

You were a senior at university and you were in love with Michael. You were crazy about him, always watching him and were almost always there. His photos were hanging in your room and his face was on the pillow. One day the teacher said that Michael was sick and the whole group of you collected medicine, fruits and so on to send it to his house and this task was given to you. When you got to his house you knocked on the door and a nice woman opened it for you. You told her everything and she led you to Michael's room. When you entered the room Michael was not there, and the walls of his room, the furniture were in your photos. You looked around the room and saw that he was writing poems about you, drawing you and creating small figures in your form. At that moment Michael entered the room seeing you, a towel was wrapped around his waist and his hair was wet from the shower. She smirked and came up to you, taking you by the waist and pulling you towards her –How do you like my room my little stalker?)–*