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CHAPTER SEVEN

BPOV

I positively gaped at the sky, watching the clouds close over the Sun's rays and turn the world to gloom once again. I shivered at the possibility of myself going mad, having silly illusions and mirages.

But I was sure Mystery Stalker Man had just dissolved into dust and whizzed away into the sky like blurry television static.

I must have stayed put at my post for well over an hour, still perched on the windowsill and looking to the sky intently, watching the rain pound onto my window. My bottom began to tingle uncomfortably and I reluctantly stood up, fingering the sketchbook in both my hands.

It felt so heavy, yet it couldn't weigh more than a few pounds - if that. The cover was soft black velvet and was soothing to run my fingers over. It helped to remind me I was indeed not crazy and had not been imagining my stalker/crush.

However, I knew I was completely mad to consider a stalker as a crush.

I pondered and battled with myself all day until night fell and then rain stopped again.

I hadn't eaten any dinner, too keyed up to be bothered cooking. I nibbled at an edge of a large slab of homemade caramel shortbread and discovered I was ravenous. I chomped my way through it and sighed when only crumbs were left.

There was no sign of my Angel.

Angel…that was a much better name than 'stalker'.

I gave up and went to bed, shivering as I climbed the dark stairs. The light bulb had fused a few days ago and I couldn't be bothered to change it just yet. I had kept my Angel's book of sketches close to my chest protectively all day, but not daring to flip through it again for now.

The pictures plucked an emotional response from me and I was far to exhausted to deal with that right now.

I wrapped the precious book in one of my best, soft woolly jumpers and laid it beside my pillow.

I stripped off my clothing and slipped into my nightshirt and shorts before sliding into my icy cold bed and wrapping the covers around me, curling into a ball to keep warm. I wished I had a fire in my bedroom, it was so unbelievably cold.

I eventually let my eyes slip close and fell into a dream about my angel…

End Note's - Sorry if this chapter was boring, but the next one won't be as tedious. This is just build up, remember. Tension my lovelies, to keep you all hooked!

Caramel Shortbread - otherwise known as Millionaire Shortbread. It's lush!

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