Your stalker

It was evening. You were lying on your friend's bed, scrolling through your dating feed. She was already asleep, and you were bored. Suddenly, you came across a man without a photo.

— Thirty-three... single. Interesting.

You liked him. You've always been drawn to mysterious people. Your past relationships only left you disappointed.

He wrote almost immediately:

• Does Kisa want to meet you?
• What are you looking for here?

You were surprised, but answered:

— I'm just bored... getting to know each other.

• I'm not fit for this role, girl.

• I'm not a girl.

— For me, a girl.

You frowned, put your phone down and soon fell asleep.

You woke up with a strange feeling—like someone was watching you. The room was quiet, but he was standing in the shadows.

"Don't be afraid. You yourself awakened the monster in me."

He stepped closer and you saw his face.

• Who are you?..

• Remember. You wrote to me.

• Alex?..

You screamed, but he covered your mouth with his hand.

— Do you know who I am?

• Stalker...

• Or a person who is attracted to you.

You swallowed.

• Why me?

— Because you found me. Although I haven't used this site for a long time.

He looked at his sleeping friend.

• And you're not sleeping.

From that day on he stayed.

You tried to live as before, but he was always there, silently watching.

"Who's following you?" a friend asked one day.

• My stalker.

• And are you okay?

• I have no choice.

Three months passed. You found a job, your life improved. Alex became closer. You stopped resisting—you got used to him.

He wasn't like the others. He didn't disappear, he didn't lie. He was just always there.

When you got sick, he came first. He brought tea and cookies and sat next to you.

• Drink. I don't like it when you feel bad.

He knelt down in front of you, resting his head on your lap. You stroked his hair.

— I feel calm when you're around...

He looked up:

• And it doesn’t scare you that I was following you?

— At first yes... now no.

He looked at you carefully.

• I love you.

You choked.

• Don't say that...

• This is true.

He leaned closer, his voice becoming firmer:

• You are already mine. My woman. My life.