(ALICE)
I'm not fond of tomato and cheese sandwiches.
But I'm eating this one because Darian left it on my doorstep last night. I could have thrown it away. I could have given it to Mary; she loves this combination. Instead, I'm munching on it. I've clearly gone and lost my mind.
It's worrisome that he knows my exact address. That means he did look me up.
Yet, he keeps coming.
My heart has been feeling funny ever since he dropped off that big bag of expensive steaks the day after my birthday. Last night it was these sandwiches from one of the most high-end bakeries in LA. Why hasn't he backed off? Why isn't he disgusted by me, like everyone else?
We haven't actually seen each other since he found me at the lake on my birthday. Still, my eyes burn with emotion because hope is something new to me; I'm frightened of it, but I can feel it. I don't want to smile when I think about Darian, but he makes it impossible not to.
