Stockholm SyndromeUpdated at Aug 24, 2020, 15:24
I saw her when I was going out to buy a new coat for myself at the mall. I was looking for a nice black coat to wear for when the weather begins to change. I heard her speaking to what I assumed to be her parents as they were looking for a gift to give to an old friend of her fathers. She looked around the store and saw that a coat a few hangers away from me was perfect for her father's friend, whom she called Jacob. “I believe any man would look very handsome in a coat like this'', Jacob would look nice in this, she said. She looked perfect, she had a blue fleece sweater on with a pair of white jeans that hugged her hips, and blue slippers to complete her outfit. Her style seemed to fit the assumption of her; a girly girl. Her parent’s agreed and decided to pay for the coat she picked out. At that very moment, I heard the name of this magnificent, luminous, sweet angel's name, which is Sariah. I quickly picked the next coat off of the same rack that she supposedly liked and watched her from a distance. The feelings she gave me were very strong and unexplainable but it felt so good. I wanted to be with this girl, she is something far much more intriguing than any other girl I have ever encountered. And she was right there in front of me. I need her. I couldn’t let her leave, I would never see her again. I began to think to myself and I realized that I would have to find a way to see her again. This girl... she WILL be mine. And I intend to stop at nothing in order to get her.