roses || m
m || explicit themes and words
He walks past her on the street.
He looks at her face almost in awe.
She passes him and he smiles to himself.
He looks back at her.
She doesn't remember his face.
Since she didn't pay him any mind.
He knows her, he knows about her, he could start a conversation with her and it would go without a kink.
But he can't seem to bring himself to do it.
He knows her birth month, favorite movie, colour, her siblings names, her full name, her pet peeve, even how when she sneezes, she always smiles afterward.
He knows her inside and out, but not in a normal way.
He almost does research on her.
He even has almost a shrine of her pictures.
Some of her walking, her taking off her shirt, her laughing, her with a straight face.
Some of her sleeping, eating, even brushing her teeth.
Just everything about her.
Then he finds her instagram.
And she can finally talk to him on social media.
Not knowing that it's a blessing
And a curse...