At first, I ignored it.
Told myself I was overthinking.
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But then it kept happening.
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Every day.
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The same look.
The same smile.
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Too perfect.
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Then one night…
I saw something.
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His light was on.
Late.
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And the window was slightly open.
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I don’t know why…
but I stopped.
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And listened.
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Voices.
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Not just his.
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And then…
I heard my name.
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My heart dropped.
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I stepped back slowly.
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Because whatever was going on…
wasn’t normal.
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And suddenly…
everything made sense.
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He wasn’t just watching me.
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He was waiting.
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Would you confront him… or stay quiet?
