Author's Note: Drabble fic, a few chapters posted in the space of a week - hopefully. I have no plans, I just go with what comes.
Enjoy.
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CHAPTER ONE
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BPOV
Someone had been watching me for the past few months, peering into my life from afar.
The man in question - who I assumed was in his early twenties, over 6ft tall and wore dark clothing - liked to stand across the street from my small house near a lone lamppost and stare directly into my front room window.
He did this every night, like a ritual.
He didn't do anything, he didn't say anything, he didn't seem to want anything - except to peer in my front room window. He had a small, black book tucked under one arm which he never looked at or opened, he just held it.
I sat in my armchair, reading each evening while he continued this strange routine for a few months. I would pull the blinds or slide the curtains across if I wanted complete privacy, but if I peeked out, he would still be there in the same, unmoving position - frozen.
He seemed completely harmless.
Maybe he was admiring my flower arrangements, or he used to live in this house before me and liked to revisit it. But this couldn't be the case as he did it every night without fail.
Whatever 'it' was, it was slightly creepy but I went along with it, not wanting to bother or annoy him.
It surprised me that he only wore a long sleeved, fitted, black t-shirt in all weathers. He even stood out there in a snow storm once.
I had called to him that night to come in, get out of the cold and offered him a warm drink, but he said nothing. He continued to gaze at my front window, his eyes never flickering from it for a second.
He wasn't displeasing to look upon however, in fact he was rather handsome with a sculptured jaw, messy bronze hair and full, pouty lips that made me weak at the knees. I never saw him come or go, I just always knew when he was there; when I could see him again. A chill came over me and that is how I would know he was there.
I went to bed every night with a slight unease in my stomach, but dismissed it quickly with a shake of my head and if I looked out of the window, he would be gone and I would go back to bed and fall asleep, anticipating the next evening when he would turn up yet again.
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End Notes: What do you think? Why is he there, and most importantly - what does he want?