Page 54 of Stalker's Toy

I can't take my eyes off them, off her.

My mood spirals.

Relief turns to tension.

Satisfaction to fury.

I feel it all, and I know I have to act.

I’m not losing Mia.

Not today.

Not ever.

I see the way she looks when she thinks I’m not watching.

But I am. I’m always fucking watching.

My mind’s already plotting.

Already scheming.

I need to get close, need to break this up.

I need to know more than anything.

I need to know.

Mia’s not interested in the guy.

She couldn’t be.

Why would she be?

She’s never given me reason to doubt.

Mia smiles, says something, but her eyes aren't in it.

I know that look. I know she’sfakingit.

Good girl.

The group breaks up, and the truth hits me hard.

She's not smiling now.

She was putting on a show.

I saw it wrong.

I saw it all wrong.

It digs at me, the way I misread.

It digs at me even more to realizehow right I was.

She’s more alone than I thought.

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