A/N: So this isn't a specific pairing just a general McDonald/Venturi. It could be Dasey, Lizwin, Lizerk, or Casey and Edwin (Caswin?). Any way just tell me what you think.
That wall.
He would sit against it for hours listening to her moving about.
Memorizing each step and sound.
It was like watching a wild animal.
It was so beautiful.
The music on so no one would suspect.
It was a dance that he created in his mind.
It was all that he needed, separated by that wall.
That door.
He would listen for its slam.
Ears perked for the subtle difference in angry and regular slam.
He memorized the posters and studied the pictures she hung on it.
It was his gateway to the forbidden.
He sat in the corner where no one could see.
It was stalking prey.
It was just behind that door.
That window.
He would sit on the roof and listen to the sounds that floated out.
He pictured her in his mind.
Shuffling from one thing to another.
He would listen to her thoughts as she wrote.
He would peek and see her dance.
Looking through those frilly curtains he watched her.
It was right through that window.
They all taunted him.
She was right there behind them.
But they were the barriers he could not, would not break.
So he stood on the outskirts and watched.
He saw her at her darkest.
When he craved to wipe away the tears.
He saw her at her best.
When he craved to celebrate with her.
He saw her at her in-between.
When he craved to be close to her.
He saw her fall in love.
He saw her heart break.
He saw the affection grow.
He saw their first kiss.
He saw their fights.
He saw their first time.
He cried when she gave him her purity.
He saw the romance.
He knew he never had a chance.
He just sat perched in his hiding spot watching her.
Day after Day.
Month after month.
Year after year.
Til the day she left he watched her.