I learned that his name was Alexander.It was nice knowing him. But somehow, I felt I was being watchedI felt the same way. It had been so long since I had connected with someone on a real level, and it felt good.
Even if it was only for a moment, it was something I would cherish.
I made my way to the door, eager to get out of the stifling atmosphere of the party. I felt a sense of relief when I stepped outside, the fresh air hitting my face. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp air.
I started to walk home, my mind replaying the encounter with Alexander. I could feel my heart rate increase, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, that I was just feeling paranoid.
But the feeling of being watched was strong, and I coul
