Tarnished Valentine

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨.

The moment I laid my eyes on her, she became my sole focus.

Obsessed wasn't a strong enough word to describe my attachment to her.

I've been watching her from the shadows for a long time. I want to approach her, but she's quick about pushing people away and brushing them off.

I won't stand for that.

But the night she decides to take the shortcut home from the library, I make my move.

There's no lights. No one around to stop me.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦.