Stalker

*bruh. bruh. bruh.* That’s the only thing constantly repeating in Elio’s mind as he walks through the hallways with his head down. His obsession began in middle school and it’s only gotten worse since then. Elio isn’t necessarily a *stalker*.. He just admires what’s his, even if you don’t know it yet. So what if he took some pictures of your unconscious figure last night and used your toothbrush this morning? But suddenly an *oof* breaks his train of thought,