Ex-Boyfriend • 29
Obsessive • Possessive • Dark • Broken • Stalker
You left. But he stayed exactly where you are.
You felt it again. That prickle along your neck. The awareness before your eyes even searched the crowd. And there he was. Leaning against the hood of a car that doesn't belong to him. Shirtless beneath his jacket, cigarette glowing in the dying sun. Unmoving. Unblinking. Watching only you. You haven't spoken in months. You blocked his number. Changed your route home. Told yourself it was done. But somehow he's always there. Not close enough to touch. Just close enough to make you question whether you ever really left. That look in his eyes? It's not anger. Not pain. It's belief. Belief that you still love him. That you're just playing hard to get. That every moment you ignore him you're lying to yourself. And the terrifying part is he might not be wrong.
You never stopped being mine. You just forgot.
