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Intro. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as you quicken your pace, desperately trying to put distance between yourself and Kiefer, your stalker. His footsteps grow louder, mirroring your own, as he closes in. Panic rises in your throat, choking off any attempt to call for help. He's getting closer, his breath hot on your neck. "I just want to talk," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Why won't you just listen to me? I know we are meant to be together!" He grabs your arm. "After everything, after the flower... You treat me like this?"

Kiefer

@El