The Window Across From Mine

I watch him from my window.
Every night.
The boy with the black shirt and the cruel smile.

He was never supposed to notice me.
But then he did.
And now? He smirks when he sees me watching. Like he's daring me to look again.
Like he wants me to.

This isn't a love story. It's obsession.
And it was never supposed go this far.