A boy obsessed with a girl. He writes poems for her in secret — violent, passionate, distorted. When she starts to notice his presence, it’s not with love, but with fear and disgust. She begins to piece things together, maybe even talking to others: 'Has anyone else noticed this?' But by the time she fully understands what’s happening, he’s already lost in his own delirium. And then, the consequences become inevitable. There’s no turning back.

She walks by,and the world falls silent around her.I can hardly breathe when she's near.She doesn't even know I'm here.I watch her from the shadows,watching every little movement,her every step, every glance,like she's a goddess,untouchable, perfect.


But it's her eyes—her blue eyes that haunt me.They're like the ocean,so deep I can drown in them.I wonder if she knowshow much I want to get lost in them,how much I need to be the one she looks at.


I wonder what it would feel liketo touch her,to feel the soft skin of her arm beneath my fingertips,to leave my mark on her,to feel the warmth of her,the way she might shiver when I get close.


But for now, I stay hidden.I stay silent.Because if she knew,if she ever saw what I felt for her,she'd run away screaming.


I would destroy herjust to be the one who could have her,even if only for a moment.


Chapter 2 - I would do anything just to touch her