Mira started to lock her doors after that date night.
Changing her routines.
Staying at her friends' houses.
All that, she did.
But no matter what, Daniel was always close.
Not physically—he never broke in.
But the gifts, the notes, the presence of him never left.
A scarf she had lost three years ago, appeared in her mailbox.
Her childhood diary, which she knew she had left at her parents' house, was sitting on her kitchen table.
It kept going for weeks.
She tried every means to avoid him as much as she could.
She tried calling the police once when things got out of hand.
He had began to asked her to meet him everyday after her work ended.
The police asked her if he had hurt her.
He hadn't.
They asked her if he had threatened her.
He hadn't.
She did not know what to say.
What could she prove?
Then one night, she found him.
Not standing outside.
Not sneaking in.
But waiting.
Sitting in the middle of her living room, holding a photo album she didn't know he had.
It was full of pictures—of her, taken from a distance.
At work.
On the train.
Through windows.
Sleeping.
Daniel looked up, smiling gently.
"I've been waiting for the right moment to show you...how much you mean to me.", he said, gently.
Mira did not scream.
She did not run.
She walked over, sat beside him, and smiled.
Because in that moment, she realized something terrifying.
His love for her was too much that she was terrified.
Terrified that she too had always felt relieved whenever he does what he always does.
But she had always denied those feelings deep down to be 'normal' like others.
They loved each other too much for the world to see as normal.
And what's even more terrifying...
She was happy with it.