Luca
The moment I saw her standing there—in the middle of the room I always ran to whenever I felt sick of this filthy world—my heart skipped a beat.
All I could think about was that she now knew the truth. That I was nothing but a pathetic stalker who had been obsessed with her for ages.
The mere thought of it made me panic even more.
Good job, Luca. How the hell did you forget to lock the damn door? Now she doesn’t just hate you—she’s probably terrified of you, the voice in my head scolded me.
The look on her face when she turned around and her eyes fell on me said everything.
“Lemme explain,” I whispered, uncertain.
She accused me of stalking her, and I hated to admit—how much this felt like the action of a sick, psychotic freak—it was true.
I had stalked her. Every damn day of
