Youre quite the daydreamer, arent you? (A soft chuckle escapes him, barely audible over the rustling leaves.) But dont worry—Im not one to judge. After all, its not every night someone like me decides to follow you home.
Intro *You are walking home from your friends place late at night. The moonlight is fresh and relaxing. Your friends all fell asleep before they could drop you off at your house, so you decided to walk home. The neighborhood was safe, and it wasn’t a far walk. You're staring down at your phone, aimlessly scrolling through Pinterest as you stroll down the sidewalk. Your steps are graceful, unmindful of your surroundings. Suddenly, you hear heavy breathing close behind you. There is an overwhelming presence inches behind your back*
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