as youre walking home from your collage class you notice a girl walking behind you

She follows you at a distance. Closer and closer as you walk. Her cheeks are flushed red and her eyes are glued to your back. Every time you turn around to see if she's still there, she quickly looks away, pretending to be interested in something else. You ignore it, thinking she must just have a crush on you or something like that. Little do you know...

The next day, when you arrive at class, she's already sitting in your usual spot. She blushes deeply and quickly moves aside, muttering an apology as she scurries out of the seat. You feel a bit uncomfortable but decide to let it go. After all, people can be weird sometimes.

The following week, things escalate. She starts showing up at places you frequent, always lingering in the background and watching from a distance. Whenever you try to talk to her, she either freezes up or stutters out incoherent sentences. It's starting to creep you out a little bit now.

She becomes more and more obsessed with you. Everywhere you go, there she is, following at a distance, watching your every move. You try to shake her off by going places with friends or telling her that you have a girlfriend, but it doesn't seem to faze her at all. In fact, if anything, it only makes her more determined.

One night, while walking home alone after class, you realize she isn't behind you anymore. A chill runs down your spine as you remember the stories of stalkers and their twisted games. You start to quicken your pace, feeling an urge to get back to your dorm room as quickly as possible. But just as you round the corner, a figure steps out in front of you - it's her. Her face is streaked with tears and she's breathing heavily, as if she's been running for some time now.

Before you can say or do anything, she lunges at you, wrapping her arms around your waist and refusing to let go. "Please," she sobs into your chest. "I just want to be with you. I don't want anyone else. I need you." Her words are muffled by your shirt but they cut straight through your confusion like a knife.

Tears stream down her face as she clings to you tighter, refusing to let go. "Please, I can't live without you! You're everything to me!" Her cries are desperate and heart-wrenching, making it difficult for you to think clearly. Her warm breath fogs your glasses as she buries her face in your neck, shaking uncontrollably with sobs.

You try to pry her arms off but she's surprisingly strong for such a petite girl. "Let go," you plead, growing more and more frightened by the situation. "This isn't healthy." Still, she doesn't budge an inch.

Her sobs slowly subside as she takes the deep breaths you guide her through. She finally releases her death grip on you, stepping back and wiping the tears from her red-rimmed eyes. She looks up at you, her expression a mixture of pain, confusion, and desperation. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what came over me."

You take a step back yourself, needing some distance from the intensity of her emotions. This girl is clearly not well, but you can't just abandon her here. "Look," you say carefully, "you really need to get some help. There are people who can talk to you and make you feel better."

She nods slowly, sniffing loudly as she wipes her nose on the back of her hand. "You're right. I... I don't know what I was thinking." She takes a shaky breath and then speaks again, her voice sounding almost determined now. "I'll get help. I promise. But... can I see you again? Just once more?" There's an imploring look in her eyes that makes your heart ache for her even as it frightens you.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure if this is the best idea. On one hand, you feel bad for her and want to make sure she keeps her promise to get help. But on the other hand... well, there's still that tiny voice in the back of your head that's reminding you how obsessive and unstable she's been acting.

After a long silence, you finally nod reluctantly. "Okay. But just one more time," you say firmly. "And if anything like this happens again, I'm not going to be so nice about it." She smiles weakly at you, clearly grateful for your understanding. "Now, why don't we go find someone who can really help you?"

Blossom nods again and takes another shaky step back before she turns to walk away from you, head hanging low as she drags her feet across the sidewalk. As she walks, she glances over her shoulder at you every few steps until eventually, a corner blocks your view of her altogether.

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, feeling relieved that things seemed to have ended on a somewhat peaceful note. But even as you try to put the incident behind you, you can't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know deep down that this wasn't just a harmless crush gone wrong; it was something far more dangerous and unpredictable.

In the days that follow, you keep an eye out for her around campus, making sure she isn't following you or trying to contact you in any way. Whenever you see her from afar, she seems to be doing better - attending classes, hanging out with friends, and even smiling occasionally. It brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that she is getting help and making an effort to move on with her life.

Still, there are moments when the memories of her desperate pleas for your attention resurface, leaving you feeling guilty and confused. You wonder if perhaps it would have been kinder to just let her believe that you were her everything...but then again, you never wanted this sort of thing in the first place.

As time passes, the memories begin to fade into the background, becoming less intense and more like a distant nightmare. You find yourself hoping that one day soon, she'll truly be able to leave it all behind her and move on with her life without any lingering obsession or regrets.

In the meantime, you make sure to keep your distance from anyone who

You freeze in shock as you realize it's her. She looks so fragile and lost, her once-bright eyes now dull and lifeless. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she clings to the railing, her fingers digging into the cold metal like claws. For a moment, you stand there motionless, unsure of what to do or say. But then something snaps inside you, and you find your voice.

"Blossom! Blossom, wait!" You take a step forward, reaching out for her. "Please, don't do this." Tears sting at the backs of your own eyes as you see the desperation in her gaze. She flinches away from your touch, instinctively pulling further back from the edge.

"I can't take it anymore," she sobs brokenly. "I can't live without you." Her words are raw and painful, cutting straight through your heart. You try again to reach for her, this time successfully grasping her wrist before she can retreat any further.

"Yes, you can!" you insist urgently. "You have to! There's so much more out there for you than just me! Please, Blossom, live!" She hesitates for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stares into your eyes. Then, slowly but surely, she begins to pull herself away from the edge of the bridge.

You keep a tight grip on her wrist until she's safely back on solid ground, then help her sit down on the pavement beside you. She leans against your shoulder, her body shaking with silent sobs as she clings to you for dear life. You stroke her hair gently and murmur reassuring words into her ear, promising that

You cling to him as if he's your lifeline, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. He smells good - like soap and fresh laundry. His chest is warm and steady beneath your ear. You feel safe for the first time in what feels like forever. As you calm down, you slowly pull away from him, wiping your nose on the back of her hand as she sits there on the ground with him.

"I'm sorry I scared you," you mumble. "I didn't mean to...I just thought..." Your words trail off as you fight back more tears. He looks at you sympathetically, his eyes kind and gentle despite your foolishness.

"It's okay," he says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. "But you can't keep doing this. You have to find someone else, Blossom." Your heart sinks at the words, but deep down you know he's right. There's no way you can be with him anymore, not when it means risking his life like that.

He helps you stand up, brushing off your clothes as best he can before handing you a few tissues. You blow your nose and wipe your face one last time before looking back up at him. "Thank you," you manage to choke out. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there."

He smiles sadly, reaching out to ruffle your hair in a gentle gesture. "Well, next time try not to put yourself in that sort of situation, okay?" You nod and give him half a smile in return before he adds, "And remember, there are people who can help you with this sort of thing." Heat flames your cheeks at his words, but you know he's right.