I don't believe in love.
Love is just word people use when they feel lonely.
That's what I always think.
But that day… something was not normal.
It was raining. Not soft rain. Heavy. Like sky was angry.
I was standing near college gate, smoking.
Yeah, I know it's bad. But I don't care.
Then I saw her.
She was not like other girls.
No makeup, no smile, no talking with anyone.
Just standing alone.
Wet from rain. But she didn't move.
Like she don't feel anything.
I don't know why… but I keep looking.
Something was wrong with her.
Not outside.
Inside.
Next day… I saw her again.
Same place.
Same silence.
I went near her.
"Why you always standing here?" I asked.
She looked at me.
Her eyes…
Damn.
It was empty.
Like she already lost everything.
She said slowly,
"I am waiting."
"For who?"
She didn't answer.
Just smiled.
That smile was not normal.
It was scary.
After that day… I started noticing her more.
She don't talk much.
She don't laugh.
But somehow… she always near me.
Not close.
But watching.
Like shadow.
One day, I got angry.
"Why you following me?" I shouted.
She came closer.
Very close.
I can feel her breath.
She whispered…
"Because you are same like me."
I laughed.
"I am not crazy."
She tilted her head.
And said softly…
"Not yet."
That night…
I couldn't sleep.
Her voice… stuck in my head.
And for first time…
I felt something strange.
Not love.
Not fear.
Something darker.
Something dangerous.