Prologue
I am being stalked for the last few months. But I feel safe, he makes me feel safe and comfortable. I exactly know who he is , what he does, where he met me. I know everything but I still let him stalk me. But I know my "little mouse" is sad. He may come front as a tough man to the world with a stone heart but I know my mouse is broken. And I'll do anything to make him happy but before that I need to confront my mouse and let him know that I know about him and that I like him too
Every morning, as I leave my house, I can sense his watchful eyes on me. Sometimes, I catch glimpses of him in the distance, pretending to be engrossed in something else. Once, I saw him holding a cup of coffee in a quaint little café, his eyes quickly darting away when he realized I had spotted him. It was endearing to see him try to hide himself behind those tiny things.
Despite his attempts to remain in the shadows, there are moments when our paths cross. I realize that the only way to move forward is by confronting him and expressing my own feelings. I want to let him know that I appreciate his presence, that I understand his sadness, and that I have grown to care for him deeply. I want to bridge the gap between us and show him that he doesn’t have to hide anymore—that we can find solace in each other.
Scene1
"How were the cookies little mouse, did you enjoy them?" hearing my voice he gasped.
"I.....I" ,he stuttered
"What I, did you enjoy the cookie or not?"
Scene2
"Who did this?" rage filled my body. "Tell me baby I'm going to burn them alive."
Scene3
"How dare you touch what's mine" I said while burning his hand with which he touched what's mine .
