Obsession Unleashed

I remember the first time I saw him like it was yesterday. It was just another ordinary day on campus, the sun shining brightly overhead as students bustled about, lost in their own little worlds. And then, amidst the sea of faces, I saw him – the man who would unwittingly turn my world upside down.

He was everything I had ever dreamed of in a partner – tall, handsome, with a smile that could light up even the darkest of days. As he walked confidently through the crowds, his friends trailing behind him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

I'll admit it, I was intrigued. No, scratch that – I was captivated. There was something about him that set him apart from the rest, something that made my heart skip a beat every time I saw him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, with an air of confidence that was both alluring and intimidating at the same time. Or maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, like he knew something the rest of us didn't.

Whatever it was, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him, like a moth drawn to a flame. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, my fascination with him only grew stronger.

I'll admit, I may have gone a little overboard in my attempts to get closer to him. Okay, maybe more than a little. Okay, fine – I may have crossed the line into full-blown stalker territory. But can you blame me? When you've spent your whole life feeling invisible, unnoticed, unloved, the idea of someone like him paying attention to you is enough to make your head spin.

So I did what any rational, level-headed person would do – I started following him around like a lost puppy. Pathetic, I know. But what can I say? Desperate times call for desperate measures.

At first, I was content just to watch him from afar, to bask in the warmth of his presence without ever daring to approach him. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I found myself craving more – more of his attention, more of his affection, more of him.

And so, fueled by equal parts desperation and determination, I began to devise elaborate schemes to insert myself into his life. I joined clubs I had no interest in, just because I knew he was a member. I lingered in the cafeteria long after I had finished my meal, just in case he happened to walk by. I even went so far as to "accidentally" bump into him in the hallway, just so I could have an excuse to talk to him.

Looking back on it now, I can't help but cringe at how pathetic I must have seemed. But in the moment, all I could think about was him – his smile, his laugh, the way he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.

And so, as I watched him from afar, my feelings for him began to grow, like a tiny seed taking root in the fertile soil of my heart.

As the days turned into weeks and my infatuation with him deepened, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of my own obsession. Every spare moment was spent thinking about him, analyzing his every move, dissecting every word he spoke as if it held the key to unlocking the secrets of his heart.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time I saw him with his friends, laughing and joking as if they didn't have a care in the world. I longed to be a part of their inner circle, to share in their laughter and camaraderie, but I knew deep down that I could never truly belong.

And yet, despite my better judgment, I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the irresistible pull of his magnetic charm. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game, that my feelings for him were spiraling out of control, but I couldn't bring myself to stop.

Every time I saw him, my heart would skip a beat, my palms would grow sweaty, and my mind would go blank as I struggled to come up with something clever to say. I knew that I had to tread carefully, that one wrong move could shatter the delicate illusion I had worked so hard to build, but I couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about me.

But as the days turned into weeks and my attempts to get closer to him grew bolder, I began to sense a shift in his demeanor, a subtle distancing that left me feeling cold and empty inside. I tried to brush it off, to convince myself that I was just imagining things, but deep down, I knew that something had changed between us.

And then, one day, as I watched him from across the quad, I saw him looking at someone else – a pretty blonde with a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. My heart sank as I realized that I had been replaced, that I had never stood a chance against someone like her.

I wanted to scream, to cry, to lash out in anger at the unfairness of it all, but instead, I just stood there, frozen in place, as the realization washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for air.

In that moment, I knew that I had lost him – that I had never really had him to begin with. And as I watched him walk away with her, his arm around her waist, his laughter ringing in my ears, I felt a piece of my heart break off and drift away, lost forever in the sea of unrequited love.

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