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Jocey and | were at the coffee shop, sitting opposite each other and while | was looking at her, | wasn't actually

seeing her. My mind was somewhere far away, and | definitely should feel shitty about it. But | couldn't register

anything but what | had seen in the hallway just moments ago. What the hell had Adanna been doing with

Marshall? Even with her back turned, she wasn't difficult to recognize. It was hard to admit it, but she was too

pretty to be mistaken.

I had known she had a crush on him, that had been hard to miss. But it never seemed like he reciprocated her

feelings. However, for my life, | can't understand why she was even at my school. From what | knew, she wasn't

attending our university and why had they been standing so damn close? Marshall had clearly seenyet, he

hadn't been in touch afterward. He had to know how it must have looked for them to be standing so close for her

to touch him so intimately like that. | mean, he didn't oweanything. After all, | was the one who initiated our

break and he was free to do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. I just...I guess | had thought he

wouldn't move on so easily and so fast. My fingers itched to send him a text, but then again, | had given up my

say when | said | wanted a break. "Are you okay?" Jocey asked, waving her teaspoon in front of me, clearly trying

to get my attention. | blinked, snapping out of it.

"What did you say?" She sighed.

We sat there, talking for quite a while, going through two cups of coffee and a baguette each. | asked her if

Godwin had ever asked her out, which he had. After he had askedfor her number the first t| met him,

which | refused to give him. He then approached her directly. They had actually ended up going on a date, but

there hadn't been any chemistry between them, which was a bummer. Godwin

seemed sweet.

All the while we talked, I still couldn't forget the topic of law. | had a few questions that turned to be asked,

mainly about stalking and harassment. But | wasn't sure if it was the best idea. There could be consequences if |

had asked them, but it wasn't like | was going to tell her about my situation. Although, maybe someone else's.

That should be okay, right?

"Hey, have guys learned anything about stalking in one of your classes?" | asked Jocey, once again her brows

furrowed.

"No, we haven't, why?" She asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. It is just a colleague who has strouble with her ex-husband and the police won't do anything

to help with the matter." | tried playing my question off, hopefully successfully.

I immediately regretted asking her about it though, he had madetoo fucking paranoid to be talking about

this but it t was too late to pull it back now.

"Well, | don't know much about that subject, since your colleague knows who her stalker is, then | would

recommend that she get in touch with a family attorney or a criminal attorney to lay down a restraining order on

his ass. She can also appeal to the court independently, but an attorney will make it easier for her. That way, if

he ever gets within a hundred yards of her, then the police are forced to act."

Before | could stop myself, another question tumbled out.

"Actually, now that I think of it, | think she mentioned she thought it was her ex-husband. But what if it is not?

What could she have done -if she didn't know who her stalker was?"

My eyes flitted around the room, albeit covertly, making sure no one was paying attention to our conversation

and especially not the topic of conversation. She shrugged.

"To get a restraining order, she would have to present evidence of stalking and, normally, she would have to

know the first and last nof her stalker as well. Although, with sufficient information, it can still be done. Like

if she has their driver's license, haddress, their description and vehicle description and the likes."

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| knew neither of those things. | forced myself not to show my disappointment, not wanting to risk any more of

the suspicion she had shown a moment ago. The reminder of our girl's coffee date was restrained on my part. |

had too much on my mind, and the truth be told, my head was all fucked up. | couldn't stop wondering about

Marshall and Adanna and | often had to fight the urge to check the camera in my apartment on my phone. My

brain was overworked by overthinking, and my body was exhausted by the amount of toxic chemicals constantly

being pumped into my system because of the stress and fright | was experiencing.

She didn't complain about my somber mood, and before we went our separate ways, she wished | would feel

better soon. How | longed for that to be the case. It pissedoff, it madefeel angry and frustrated that

someone was choosing to putthrough this. It madesad because | didn't know how | would fix this. How

long was this going to last? How long could | cope? And it madediscouraged, because now I knew the

information | needed to get my hands on to be able to catch him. But, how was that even possible unless | got

him to showhis hands? But how? How could | even bait him into doing that?

My mind was going a mile a minute, considering and discarding ideas of how to bait him into revealing who he

was. It needed to be alright, it could be something he would see right through, because then, he wouldn't bite

the hook if | tried another time. | had one shot, and I couldn't fuck that up. At the bus stop, my phone vibrated,

indicating a text. Feeling relatively safe with so many people surrounding me, | took the opportunity to divert my

attention-briefly to the phone screen. My heart started pounding when | saw the notice was from Marshall. My

thoughts went immediately to what | had seen earlier. How close he and Adanna had been. While | didn't want to

overreact, it was hard not to. | wasn't best at logical thinking, and it didn't help that | was still struggling with

insecurities or that we were on a break. Meaning, if he wanted to move on, he could and | couldn't hold that

against him.

'Shit, | was supposed to text you earlier, but | had a family emergency, and | completely forgot until now. Adanna

cto tellmy father was in the hospital and that my sister had tried to reach me, but my phone was in

flight mode. My work phone died as well, | know what it looked like with her, but | assure you. | had no interest in

her, she was the one coming tobut | made it clear to her that she and | would never happen. | have no

interest in any other woman but you. Please believewhen | say that, you are the only one for me."

His texts broughtwarmth. It would have madefeel bad that | needed the confirmation that nothing was

happening between them when | was the one who wanted a break. But, the idea of the moving on fucking hurt,

and it hurt worse knowing that | would have been the cause of it.

You shouldn't have to explain yourself to me. If you want to be with another woman, that is your prerogative.

But | appreciate it all the same, I still care about you guys a lot. | just need to figure sstuff out before | can

give you my answer. | hope everything is okay with your family. | texted back, it felt like a weight off my

shoulders, telling him that | care about them.

I didn't know if it was wise to admit it, but at that moment, | didn't care. The warmth settled in my chest on my

way home, but it didn't last because when | got to my apartment door, another package was waiting for me.

| stared in horror at the tiny red dress currently on my bed, getting a dress from my stalker because of that point.

| have to admit that was what he was, creepy in and of itself, but a dress in a dress in size for a toddler in

particular made it that much worse. The box had cwith another note in the shandwriting as the first.

'Happy three years."

My throat closed up as | looked at the princess-themed clothing. A shudder went through my entire body, my

stomach rolled and | felt queasy. | was this close to puking. I didn't know what these gifts meant, but they felt

sinister. They were disturbing gifts intended for a child. First, a teddy bear and now a freaking toddler's princess

dress. My eyes were stuck to the red fabric and hundreds of thoughts flooded my mind while | stared at it. |

found this one, more than the others alarming. The bear hadn't been too weird, but this was too specific. Why a

toddler's dress? It took far too long to get my head straight enough to take a picture of both the dress and the

note before | put the card in the envelope containing all the others, along with the scratched out pictures of my

men and me. My hands were shaking so much that | had trouble sliding the card into the envelope.

My day had started well, with a good morning text from Marshall and breakfast sent by Kingston. But it was hard

to hold on to that feeling when shit kept happening. My mind wasn't armored with strength, it wasn't built to

protect myself. My mentality was fragile, too easy to crack. Just a hint of fear, and | was done for. It sucked to

admit it, but that was the truth. My social anxiety stemmed from fear, fear of facing judgment, fear of not being

good enough. Fear of being too weird, too ugly and too doll. It was so easy for something or someone to crack

my frail mentality. Scarejust a little bit, and that fear would take root, being unable to fight it madefeel

weak. Sure, | would work on sof those fears, but | couldn't exactly use exposure therapy with my stalker like

| had done with my social anxiety.

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I should have been on my way to the café now for my shift, but as soon as I had gotten hto change and saw

the box outside my door, | texted to let my boss know | would be a little late. | didn't actually want to go, not now

when my head was all over the place alone with emotions, but | refused to let this person take everything from