Bella's POV

I gasp, holding my hand to cover my mouth to keep from screaming. In the closet, taped up on the walls, were multiple photos of me in different outfits and places. There are some where I am sleeping in my bed or at my friends house. I see a few photos where I am hanging out with my friends or I'm grabbing a coffee. Some of them look like they were taken behind trees or bushes because of the green blues at the edge of the photos.

Other than the photos, there is a handwritten letter that is addressed to me.

My dearest Bella,

(Ohgod I can't believe I'm doingthis.)

When I first saw you, it was like my whole world stopped. You were hanging with your friends at Chili's and were laughing at a joke that they were telling you. You were laughing so hard that when you took a drink of water, it came out of your nose, which caused you to laugh harder.

I was sitting by the windows, as I was watching you. As if you caught me staring, you turned and looked at me. You had tears in your eyes from laughing and your cheeks were rosy. You were beautiful. With a wave of your hand, you seemed to stop my world again. You were calling me over, and without thought I walked over.

You offered me a seat beside you and your friends looked on with interest. I can still remember the perfume that you were wearing. It was like I was standing in a field of peaches on a dewy morning with the birds chirping.

As we were talking, who I assume was your boyfriend, walked over and told me to leave. Which I was disheartened about. I wanted you all to myself and at that moment I realized that I was completely hooked on you. I don't know if it was like a switch, but after that day, you were all that I could think about.

I came to chili's again, the next day, but you weren't there. Not that I expected it. But I did see you walking down the street and I couldn't help but follow you.

You were busy on the phone with who I guess was your boss and walked into the Daily News building. At the time, I didn't know you worked there but I soon began following you and watching you enter and leave. I was so entranced with your beauty that I just had to take photos. If I couldn't have you in life, then at least I could keep a memory of you in photograph. You are my obsession.

So after a few months of following you, I began taking more photos and followed you to your friends house and into your home. I waited till you were asleep till I came into your home.

Did you know that you scrunch up your nose while you sleep and that you mumble? God, you are so beautiful!

To keep this short, I love you and I hope you consider being with me.

Love,

Nix.

"What are you doing?" A voice says from behind me.