A boy obsessed with a girl. He writes poems for her in secret — violent, passionate, distorted. When she starts to notice his presence, it’s not with love, but with fear and disgust. She begins to piece things together, maybe even talking to others: 'Has anyone else noticed this?' But by the time she fully understands what’s happening, he’s already lost in his own delirium. And then, the consequences become inevitable. There’s no turning back.

It was raining today.You ran across the street,hood half-on, clothes soaked,laughing like the storm couldn't touch you.You looked like a dream I'd bleed to stay inside.


Each drop that hit your skin,I imagined it was my hand.Not gentle—no.Curious.Peeling back the layers,one by one,just to see what color your insides shine.


You stepped in a puddle,mud splashing up your legs,and I almost smiled.Almost.Because even drenched in filth,you were beautiful—too beautiful for this world,too fragile to survive it.


I stood across the street,hidden beneath my own storm.And all I could think was:how do I preserve this moment?How do I trap you in this softness,before the world sharpens you into someone I don't recognize?


Maybe if I cut out the noise,cut out the sky,cut out everythingexcept the sound of your wet footstepsand the thought of your breath on glass—maybe then I could keep you.Safe.Still.Mine.


Chapter 5 - I’d bleed just to stay inside your dream