Yandere - Point Of View
(SFW - Just some major creepy stalker vibes, this can be taken from any yandere’s point of view you want, I left it totally up to you to decide which skelly is going yandere.)
I fell in love and I follow her, that’s all you need to know.
She didn’t see me. She didn’t even know I excised. I didn’t duck into doorways or press myself against walls. I didn’t slow when she slowed, or speed up as she turned the corners. I was like a shadow, following in her footsteps, looking at the world through her eyes.
She wore a navy top and a patterned skirt that swayed against her thighs and little white ankle socks that peeked out of her polished black shoes.
We caught the train together. Then we took a bus together. She bought hot chips from a café, sucking the vinegar and salt from her fingers, her nails slightly bitten.
I still have the souvenirs – the strands of her hair, a ribbon, a used lip-gloss, an earring and a leather bag – all of which I keep in a polished wooden box. Piled together these objects look like random flotsam left behind by houseguests or bric-a-brac discovered down the side of the sofa. Yet each of them tells a story and is testament to the close calls, the small triumphs, the fleeting moments of pure exhilaration. I cannot explain the feelings I have when I look at them, the pride, the shame, the tenderness... and the thrill.
I am the most important figure in her life, but she doesn’t know it yet. I am the half-figure at the edge of her photographs and the shadow in the corner of her eye that vanishes each time she turns her head. I am the ghost that dances behind her closed lids and the darkness that blinks when she blinks. I am her nameless champion, her unheralded hero and the conductor of her symphony. I am her one and only.
She just doesn’t know it, yet.
