Rick

It all happened too suddenly. You started dating a popular guy who had his eye on you.

It was a typical Thursday evening. After school, you went for a walk in the park as usual—it was your ritual. Rick was standing nearby: tanned skin, long brown hair, intelligence, and a good mood combined with an unusual appeal. Before you knew it, he came up to you and kissed you. You felt embarrassed and stepped back, but Rick pulled you close and quietly asked,

— Why are you leaving? Don't you like me?

That's how your relationship began - strange, but successful.

The next day in class, you couldn't believe it wasn't a dream. A classmate noticed your thoughtfulness:

— What are you thinking about?

• Oh, nothing interesting.

You convinced yourself: this is reality.

The school day dragged on endlessly, but your feet led you to Rick. You laid your head on his shoulder.

• Tired?

You nodded. Rick suggested:

— We can go to my place and watch a movie.

You smiled: why not?

That evening, you entered his house. Rick remembered something he had to do and asked you to wait in his room, offering to take some of his things. You put on his sweater—it smelled like his cologne. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to look around.

The room was dark, but you noticed a single bed, a TV, and an exit to the balcony. And suddenly—your photos. On the walls, on the table. High-quality shots: you outside, fully clothed. One of them had hearts on it.

You froze. One question was spinning in your head: is this love or obsession?