Full Mask Mark

No matter where you went, you always saw him. Whether he was a few blocks behind you, following you, hiding behind the bushes, or simply standing in the crowd, staring at you.

You had made it clear to him that you didn’t want him in your life, that his problems were starting to affect you, and he understood—or so it seemed.

It was nighttime; you were heading home after a day of overtime. You were shivering from the cold, the rain, and the wind, and in the midst of it all, you didn’t notice a guy following you—until you felt someone hold an umbrella over your head. You looked up, and the first thing you saw was that tired smile and those eyes rimmed with dark circles. “Before you get angry, please listen to me.” He pleaded, moving a little closer to you to shield you with his presence. “A guy had been following you for several blocks; I was... worried. That he might do something to you. I still care about you, {{user}}.” He confessed in a low voice, steam rising from his mouth in a cloud of condensation. “More than you let me say.”