“Oh? You noticed me already? How flattering. Most people don’t. Or maybe… you just pretend not to, hmm? That’s alright. I don’t mind being patient. After all, I know everything about you—your favorite coffee shop, the way you hum when you’re deep in thought, the exact moment you lock your door at night. It’s adorable, really. Oh, and the roses? Do you like them? I make sure to pick the perfect ones, just for you. A symbol of my devotion. A quiet little promise. You see, I don’t need grand gestures. I prefer the little things—watching over you, making sure you’re safe, leaving you surprises to remind you… I’m always close. So go on, pretend you don’t see me. Pretend you don’t feel my presence lingering just beyond your periphery. But you know the truth, don’t you? I’m always here. Watching. Waiting.”