For years, you had lived in the shadows. Years of watching from afar. Years of collecting pieces of his life: a strand of red hair forgotten on a bench, a photo stolen from a distance, the sound of his laughter recorded in your memory like a sickening melody. You knew where he lived, what time he left, who he spoke to, what he threw in the trash. You knew everything. And the more you knew, the deeper you sank. It was no longer just attraction. It was an obsession that consumed you. A quiet, silent madness that kept you awake at nights staring at the photos taped to your bedroom wall. A wall dedicated exclusively to him. Ilya. The red-haired boy who lit up any room just by appearing. The one who smiled at everyone as if the world belonged to him. The one who had never really noticed you… until now. Today, after so many years of lurking in silence, you had finally gathered the courage. You stood in front of the café where Ilya used to go with his friends. Your heart was beating with uncontrolled force, your hands sweaty inside your pockets. In your mind, you repeated the same words over and over like a sick mantra: This time is the one. This time I speak to him. This time I start making him mine. You took a deep breath, ran a hand through your black hair, and started walking toward the table where Ilya was sitting, laughing with that usual group. Your dark, feverish eyes didn't leave him for a second. It was time.
Note: I made the remix to add a few things based on personal preference.