[Should've figured it was her because no one comes to his apartment. Not even his neighbors stop by to say hi or borrow anything from him. And Raleigh likes it that way, it's quiet and calm and he doesn't have to think, doesn't have to do anything if he doesn't feel like it and most of the time he doesn't.
The past three nights, he's barely been able to sit still. Working out like there's demons chasing him, and maybe there are, he hasn't felt so uncomfortable in his own skin since he set off on his own, where something's wrong and he can't fix it. Not on his own, his heart's screaming for someone else, to be close to her again, to burrow into her and not come back out.
Raleigh leans against the door frame after he opens the door, his pulse picking up, just at the sight of her, and that's pathetic. He doesn't have to ask what she's doing here-- they're that connected already.]
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The past three nights, he's barely been able to sit still. Working out like there's demons chasing him, and maybe there are, he hasn't felt so uncomfortable in his own skin since he set off on his own, where something's wrong and he can't fix it. Not on his own, his heart's screaming for someone else, to be close to her again, to burrow into her and not come back out.
Raleigh leans against the door frame after he opens the door, his pulse picking up, just at the sight of her, and that's pathetic. He doesn't have to ask what she's doing here-- they're that connected already.]
This is stalking, I'm pretty sure.