She thought she'd be safe the next day. She wasn't.
He was there again. Sitting at the edge of the library, eyes following her every move. Her chest tightened, books nearly slipping from her grasp.
"Funny seeing you here," he said, a faint smirk on his lips.
She wanted to ignore him, but something about his presence made the air heavier, almost suffocating.
"Why are you always… there?" she whispered.
He leaned closer, a shadow of danger in his voice. "Because you can't see me. But I see you."
Her stomach twisted. Was it fear? Or something else entirely?