There she was, in a distance. He started walking faster, followed her just out of sight. Once in a while she looked over her shoulder. He stopped. Waited. Then he walked faster.
He remembered the first night he saw her. Swaying hips and her head high. Their paths had crossed. Sparkling eyes met his. A hint of fear.
He fell in love. Obsession. He wanted her.
He started looking for her at night. He found out when she walked by. The route she used to take from the train station and home. Some day he would talk to her. Some day she would be his
He saw her go into her house, always looking over her shoulder when she went in. Did she think about him, when she was inside, when she went to bed? Was she afraid? Curious? He was hoping the last, but he didn’t really believe it. But yes, he was sure she thought about him.
He got this strange feeling, an absurd feeling that he was the one being followed, that someone somehow was watching, staring at him from the darkness. Had she called the police? He shrugged it off. It wasn’t illegal to walk the streets at night.
Every night the feeling grew stronger… (more)