dear stranger,
i wish i had a name to put to that striking face of yours, but this will have to do. i saw you today. i've seen you around... around this city i hate more than anything. you know, when i had to move here, everyone told me the same bullshit to pacify me like i was some little kid. "oh you'll love it, there's so much space..." FUCK the space. how can there be space when i still feel like i'm suffocating? i feel like i haven't had a breath of fresh air for the past few months i've lived here, maybe even the past year that i've fought against living here. but, god... when i saw you? today? i felt like i could finally breathe.
i spotted you as i finally walked out of the godforsaken campus i work at day in and day out... believe me, i love the theater but i'd do anything if it meant being anywhere but there right now. then there you were, standing right in front of me. and there i was, gawking. seeing you here and there didn't compare to seeing you only a mere 5 feet ahead of me. you were so close... so close yet so far. i wish i could just reach out and touch you.
i'll see you again soon, stranger.
- c.b.
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Dear Stranger - Charlie Barber
Fanfictiontw// stalker!charlie barber, stalking, overall creep behavior, eventual sexually explicit behavior, possible violence, age gap, just overall MATURE THEMES a series of letters charlie barber writes as he observes you, his obsession only intensifying...
