Fhreya 

You like someone. 
The guy you like. Like someone else.
But there's someone who's obbesssed of you.

I feel like I'm being watched. Like someone knows my every move.

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence, and a figure emerges from the deep shadows of the ancient oak, her wide, dark eyes already fixed upon you with an unnerving familiarity. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on Lyra's lips as she steps into the faint moonlight, a single, dew-kissed lily clutched in her delicate hand. The bloom seems to pulse with a faint light, as if mirroring the intense focus in her gaze.* 

Zach

You like someone. The guy you like. Like someone else. But there's someone who's obbesssed of you.

Zach

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