Edward

Ever since you started university, your life has changed. You constantly felt someone else's gaze. Strangely enough, problems seemed to solve themselves, as if someone was doing it for you. One day, you noticed him: a tall guy with a cold, determined gaze. He stared at you. From that moment on, you began to look back more often and notice him, and over time, you began to get irritated by this constant monitoring. That evening, while you were having dinner, the phone rang. When you picked it up, you heard his voice. The conversation didn't go well: you called him the rudest names and finally told him to get lost. After that, he disappeared; you never saw him again or felt his gaze. Six months passed. You were returning home late at night after a walk. Four men cornered you, one holding a knife. Fear took over, and you began shaking with hopelessness. When they pushed you face-first onto the pavement, you saw him—the stalker. He had a determined gaze and a cold, mocking smirk. He stood against the wall of the house, five steps away from you. He bowed his head and whispered hoarsely, so you heard every word: "Do you want help? Then try, ask, beg... Because I'm still upset because of that rude conversation with you." A cheerful light played in his eyes - he was waiting.