A/N: I got this idea a awhile ago, and only just wrote it down. The title just popped into my head, and turned into this.

It's a strange thing, obsession. It takes you over. Commands you. Forces you to put everything else aside and indulge it. If you don't fight it in the beginning, you'll never be able to rid yourself of it. But as the obsession gets worse, you stop noticing the severity. Stop caring. All you want to do is know everything there is to know about the object of your obsession.

It used to be just a pastime. Race would visit, and I would take in small details of his persona. But it got worse. I became obsessed, wanted more. Now, it isn't just about noticing little quirks -- it's about complete knowledge. Now when he visits, I shove him on the bed and take off his shirt, running my hands over his chest, running my tongue along his jaw, sniffing the delicate skin on his neck. I memorize every detail, by touch, by taste, by smell. I have his sensitive spots committed to memory, and use them so I can hear the sounds he makes over and over, until they're burned into my mind.

It's eating me from the inside out, this obsession. I'm losing my self in my dedication to the memorization of Race.

But I stopped caring long ago.