A/N: HEYYYY YA'LL ITS BEEN A MIN LMAOOO BUT IM BACK NOW YAY FR THO THANK U TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED THIS FIC IT MEANS A LOT ANYWAYS THIS IS PART TWO OF WHO IS SHE
warning: Edward is lowkey a stalker here but ik u freaks like it, Edward has an episode š„¹, reader has questionable taste in menā¦
After that incident Edward kept seeing her if only he had enough courage to go up to her and actually talk instead of stealing glances from each other it was never enough for him, he wanted to know her wanted to crawl his way into her heart and mind hoping to stay nested there for all of eternityļæ¼, even at work Edward couldnāt stop thinking about her, she always invaded ļæ¼ļæ¼ ļæ¼his thoughts it seems as if she bewitched him like a spell that was caused upon him that he never wishes to wear off oh what he would give to see her again to have her attention on him and only him he lets out a dreamy sigh smiling to while sketching what looks like to be a silhouette
Of his mysterious Angel he was too busy lost in thought and didnāt notice the figure coming up behind him Edward flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his dipshit coworker Zach. He doesnāt hear what he has to say. probably something stupid like that stupid nickname he came up with.
Edward just nods, hoping he would finally leave him alone so he can go back to fantasizing about her, but soon feels empty knowing he most likely would never see her again.
His day has finally came to an end He sits and people watch as always, sometimes wondering what could be behind those lifeless faces. He looks down at his phone, trying to keep himself busy, but when he looks up, there you were in all your glory. Edward couldnāt believe it himself he thinks the stars just aligned for him he then again stares and when u look back he canāt help but get breathless like the wind just got knocked out of his lungs this time though he smiled back instead of looking away thatās some progress, Edward! He thinks to himself, feeling a bit proud. The train stops, and what looked to be her stop, wait sheās leaving?!?wait Edward? Sheās walking away?! I just found her I cannot lose her again . I havenāt even realized that I started walking after her. He tried to match his footsteps with hers, not wanting to be seen or heard by her. He felt torn between the fact that what he was doing was wrong and the fact that he was basically stalking someone But also, you're just making sure she arrives home safe! Edward is choosing to believe the latter.
They Finale arrive to her apartment complex he watches her get in and waits, as he sees her lights turn on what looks like to be the sixth floor he will keep that in mind as he stares for a while deciding now would be a good time to head home.
As he enters his home suddenly a wave of dread hits him like a pile of rocks he literally just stalked someone? And tried justifying it, you idiot, you could have just gone up to her and talked to her like a normal human being. God, why can't he be normal? Why isnāt he normal? Because ur incapable of being normal that unknown voice speaks I just want to make a connection he feels tears well up to his eyes why cant he make a connection?! Because you're a fuckup, Iām not a fuckup! covering his ears, hoping that horrible screeching ļæ¼voice would just vanish. You deserve to di, he couldnāt let that thought finish.
It all started when you saw that cute guy from the subway. Something about him seemed so out of place from Gothamās usual jarring looking people with his innocent cherubic face. You simply thought he was cute, nothing more. But you could feel eye on you now. You could tell he was staring. He isnāt exactly being very discreet. You decided to give him a glance just to let him know you were aware of his antics. He looks like a deer caught in headlights and immediately looking away as if he was caught doing a crime . I find myself smirking amused by his behavior . When He actually decides to make eye contact with me again I couldnāt help but smile that was the first time Iāve seen him and that was how we interacted from now on like unspoken language that only the two of us knew just exchanging ļæ¼glances from one another however the last time I saw him it was a bit different he grew more bold and what I meant by bold is him smiling back like I said bold by his standards but god call me crazy but I found his small smile so whatās the word? dorky? After I left I felt like I was being followed maybe I was being paranoid? I mean, this is Gotham after all; itās normal to feel like this, right?
A/N thank u for reading!! I hope u guys are enjoying the fic so faralso sorry for any mistakes English isnāt my first language
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