Page 55 of Stalker's Toy

More alone than she shows.

She's everything I knew she would be.

And that, more than anything, makes me want her.

Makes me know she's mine.

And I love it.

I love that I’m right.

Her isolation calls to me, makes me want her more.

She’s that pale star, burning solitary, burning bright, and everyone else is blind to it.

It’s beautiful.

I wonder what she hides.

Wonder how much she lets anyone see.

My guess is, not much.

My guess is, nothing.

Mia looks more alone than ever as she heads back to the art building.

Her cherry red hair catches the last light of day.

She walks like she’s a shadow herself, trailing behind everyone else.

It excites me, knowing I see through it.

Knowing I see her.

It excites me like nothing else, fills me with fire and purpose and raw, sharp need.

She’s got no one else.

My mind races and I’m certain of it.

No one else that understands, that knows her scars, that loves her in the way I do.

I know this side of her. I know she’s exactly what I thought, exactly what I need.

A rush. A pure, insane rush.

That’s what I feel.

That’s what I get from seeing it, from knowing her better than anyone ever could.

She’s harder to read than I imagined.

But I’ll figure her out. I always do.

I’ll wait right here until she leaves for the night.

My patience pays off as the sun dips lower.

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