A/N This is my first Nashville story but I recently watched the entire show and became obsessed with Rayna and Connie Britton so of course I balled my eyes out when she left. I really wanted them to do more with the hole stalker storyline and make him more dangerous and use that love for her more! I loved the scene where he held her hostage but they I thought they should've talked more about how in love he was with Rayna because the love letter did say he had been incapable of loving another woman. I also would've preferred her being killed by him rather than a car crash heh

So anyways, I thought I'd write my own version of this! Some events are the same but I'll write a lot from Wayne's POV! I don't know yet if I'll use the same lines as the show, perhaps I'll do both. But I know this will be darker than the show because if you've read anything else I've written you know I love to write twisted stuff and women in danger.

This first one is short but I've already written three chapters so if anyone likes this idea I'll post more! And feel free to tell me what you would like to see in this story, what you wished they'd do with this!

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Chapter 1

He could see so much of himself in her, perhaps that's what made him drawn to her. Even if she had recently gotten married, he could tell she wasn't happy in that relationship. Not really. He was an alcoholic and an abuser and would never treat her the way she deserved to be treated. But still she pretended for the girls' sake, obviously. She had at least dumped Luke before she walked down the aisle, and a part of him had hoped she would do the same with Deacon. She was drawn to the person who had hurt her the most, hell he almost killed her. Wayne had been around when her daughter wanted to be emancipated and spoke up in court about how awful the husband and father was. All the issues with his anger, how he could blow up at any minute. The man had even given his girlfriend a black eye, and perhaps it was still going on. Perhaps she had been too scared to leave him, afraid of what would happen if she kicked him out. Wayne saw through it all. And he would save her from her miserable life.

So far he hadn't dared to approach her, not knowing how to start the conversation, how to tell her how much he loved her and that he was really the right man for her.

He'd already been following her for months now and had learned all her routines. He had even approached her on the street and ask for a picture and he was well aware that he could've just talked to her right then and there, but would it have been the right moment to proclaim his love for her? No, it needed to be more special than that and she needed to be alone with him, without someone like her manager to poison her mind with the possibility that he would hurt her. Because he wasn't her husband, he would never hurt someone he loved. The flowers was one away but he should've signed the card better. No, she probably thought her husband sent them, as if he loved her enough to send her such a big, beautiful bouquet of flowers.

The only way he knew now that would tell her everything he wanted her to know about his feelings was this sent her a letter. That way he wouldn't be too nervous and forget stuff he needed her to know. He had already written everything down and put them in an envelope together with rose petals. It was a beautiful thing, really, and he was sure it would have the right impact on her. If she knew how much he loved her, she might even leave her husband. Perhaps not right away, but he could would be patient and let her gather the courage to leave that abuser.

He would leave it in her mailbox while she was in her office to make sure he wouldn't miss any important moment of her day.

Parking his car on the opposite side of Highway 65, he watched as she got out of her own vehicle and walked down the street. Her hair flowed beautifully in the wind as she walked and he just longed to run his hands through it as they were cuddled up together on the couch. Oh, how Wayne longed to have her in his arms. She was the most beautiful and kind hearted woman in this world.

Wayne was disappointed when she went into the building and he lost sight of her. He had managed to get a couple more photos for his collection and with that he was satisfied.

With one more glance toward the door she'd disappeared through, he drove away to leave his letter. He had learned exactly how long the drive between her home and the office was and between her kids school. He knew how much it would change with traffic even. Today the traffic was light so I didn't take too long to get to her house. Everyday he would park his car on the streets a couple of hundred feet away to prevent anyone to see the car. No one should be home now, but still he chose to walk the rest of the way just in case.

So far he hadn't been inside of her mansion, no matter how much he wanted to see where she slept. He'd been inside the gates though and watched her through the windows, but closer than that he hadn't dared to go.

His eyes stared at the letter marked 'Rayna' for a few more minutes before leaving it in the mailbox walking back to the car. Soon she would know exactly how he felt about her.