Sharon knew he was somewhere near her. Though she couldn’t see him, she felt his presence always.
Some might even think that theirs is an unrequited love, she thought miserably. But how would anyone think that, when no one knew his existence in her life, when no one could feel his presence like she did?
How would she tell anyone about him when she couldn’t say it out loud confidently. Such was her stalker, the monster, this depression!
Five Sentence Fiction written for day 7 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge.