Me
Are you watching me?
Unknown
When?
My brows furrow.
Unknown
You should probably be specific.
I take a shaky breath.
Me
Let's flip the question: when are you NOT watching me?
There’s a longer pause before he responds. When he does, my jaw drops.
Unknown
There is no answer to that question.
My pulse skips. My head snaps up again, my gaze roaming over the shadowy trees surrounding the ruins and the bonfire.
I still don’t see a thing.
Me
Why do you like doing this?
Unknown
Doing what, exactly? Again, be specific.
My brow creases.
Me
Spooking me. Trying to scare me.
I shiver.
Me
Hunting me.
Unknown
Because I’m truthful with myself about who and what I am. And even if you’re not truthful with YOURself, you’re still the same as me.
Unknown
You LIKE that I scare you. You LIKE wondering if I’m watching you at any given moment. If I’m going to be waiting around the corner, or under your bed when you go to sleep.
Jesus.
