Stalker

Istand in the darkness inside his bedroom, hidden in the shadows as I watch him sleep. My infatuation with Donnie is consuming.

The moon casts a silver glow over his sleeping form, his peaceful expression tugging at my heart. I can't help but feel a longing as I watch him dream, unaware of my presence just a few feet away.

As I gaze at him, I let out a soft sigh. "If only you knew how much I love you." My voice is barely above a whisper, a secret confession meant for me alone.

I let my hand hover over his body, wishing I could reach out and touch him to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

I trace the outline of his face with my eyes, committing every detail to memory: The way his eyelashes flutter slightly in his sleep, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes peacefully.

I know I shouldn"t be here, that my feelings for Donnie border on obsession. But I can't help myself; the pull toward him is too strong.

I can't resist the temptation to check his closet. I open the door and a wave of his scent hits me. I inhale deeply, grab one of his shirts, and bring it to my chest.

I quickly put the shirt in my bag and walk toward the bathroom. The moment I step inside, the smell of his cologne and aftershave fills my nostrils.

But then my eyes catch something that makes my blood boil. A woman"s face moisturizer, pink toothbrush, and hair ties are scattered around the sink. I can't believe my eyes.

That"s right, his girlfriend. His precious Sadie.

The bitch needs to go away.

I know I hurt him when I tore his pictures of her, but I had to make him understand that she is not the right girl for him. I love him, and I want him to see that.

When I leave the bathroom, I walk to the window and steal one last glance at Donnie before preparing to leave. "Goodnight, my love," I whisper. With a heavy heart, I turn away and disappear into the night.