Obsession?

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I stare at her, you know. I don't just watch her, glance at her, or look at her. I stare. I can sit there for hours, the rest of my life if possible, just staring. And I know she knows I do it. She doesn't say anything, but she'll shiver. Even if she can't see me, I can see her. All the time. Just following her, like a puppy on a leash. No, I'm not a puppy; but you get my drift.

Stop looking at me like that. I'm not creepy. I'm not anything like how you think I am. I'm just looking out for her. I know she's strong, but she's so naive. So innocent. She knows much and yet so little about Earth culture. The girl drinks mustard. But she doesn't realize that's not normal for humans. It's normal for her, that's all that matters.

He doesn't understand. He accused me of stalking her. I'm not stalking her. I'm following her. There is a difference you know. He won't always be there to protect her. But I will. I promised myself I would keep her safe. Abolish for her, for her safety. I don't think she knows what I do for her. Maybe she does.

I can tell you what time she wakes up, when she goes to bed. How to calm her down when she has nightmares. How to make her cry. I don't like knowing how to do that, but I must. If I don't know that, then I could make her cry. That wouldn't be good, not good at all...

...I've a single confession though. I think I might love her. I can't love her, it would never work. I can't touch her. She must stay pure. She's with him, not me. She'll never be mine.

I'm not a stalker. I stare, I follow, I protect. I'm not creepy. I'm just different.

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VDG: Written in response to a challenge. Had to use the word "Confession". If you can figure outwhose POV this is from, I'll love you forever. And write something for you if you like :shrug:

Disclaimer: Never have, never will. Can I offer you this delightful ball of nothing in return for your accusation?