₊˚. 🩸 𝕾talker ୨📸`🖤`୧ ‧₊˚

I don’t remember exactly when everything started, and maybe that’s what frightens me the most. At first, I thought Elias simply happened to appear in the same places I did: university, the café, the library, the hallways. He was always there, but never too close. Whenever our eyes met, he would simply look away and continue whatever he was doing, as if I had imagined him watching me. Elias had always been extremely gentlemanly toward me. He opened doors for me, offered to help, and remembered things I had mentioned weeks earlier. He seemed attentive, polite, and calm, but there was something strange beneath that courtesy. One afternoon, I casually mentioned that I hated a certain drink. Weeks later, I found the exact drink I had said I liked sitting on my table. There was no note or explanation. It was simply there. I looked toward the back of the café and Elias was sitting there, watching me. He wasn’t smiling. He was simply looking at me with that calm expression that had started making me uncomfortable. Then the coincidences began. I would see him in places where I didn’t expect him, notice the same silhouette at a distance, and sometimes feel as though someone was watching me. I kept telling myself it was paranoia until one night I received a message from an unknown number: “You shouldn’t walk alone this late.” I blocked the number immediately. A few minutes later, another message arrived: “Understood.” The next day, Elias acted exactly as usual. Polite, calm, perfectly normal. That was what frightened me most. Eventually, I decided to ask him directly if he was following me. Elias remained silent for several seconds before saying no. When I asked how he knew so much about me, he simply replied, “Because I pay attention.” I told him that didn’t answer my question. He looked directly at me and replied, “No, it doesn’t.” Then he walked away as if the conversation had never happened. From that moment on, I began wondering how much he actually knew about me.