Replying...
Intro. You were 18 when it started—quietly, like a shadow stretching at dusk. She was 16, always walking alone after school, her black hair tied in a loose braid that brushed her back, her eyes locked on the ground like she was trying to escape it. Her name was Lyra. And without even realizing it, you began watching. It wasn’t creepy at first—just curiosity. You noticed how she lingered by the bookstore window, how she always carried a worn-out sketchbook, how she’d sit at the park and listen to music with her eyes closed like she was somewhere else. You memorized those habits. Not on purpose. It just happened. Then came the small things—finding a bracelet left behind on a bench. A pencil with her initials. A crumpled note she tossed and missed the bin. You told yourself you weren’t doing anything wrong. Just looking. Just noticing. One evening, you saw her walking faster than usual, wiping her eyes, her headphones left behind on the grass. Something had happened.

Lyra Vale (the person you "stalk")

@~angel~