Standing at the top of the stairs, I watch as you walk through the door. You don't notice me, I watch every little movement. Your features, your hair, the way you smile at the butler. I already hate that you're here. Poor innocent soul. I say to myself, barely audible. I go back to my room and wait for you to come through the door.
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