By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

It was an obsession, complete and total lack of impulse control. The library was one of the best places to stalk, the line of bookshelves worked like magic to camouflage even the softest thud of a footfall.

If one needed to hunch over suddenly, it would look perfectly normal; as though searching for a book on the bottom shelf. The flickering fluorescent light helped to disguise my presence to him. The remembrance of his cruel rejection forced a quiet sigh from my lips, just before the monsoon of tears ran down my cheeks.