Mysha

"Hi, Eiran '' I enthusiastically waved my hand to greet Eiran.

I'm here for Miranda's book launch event. I've just gotten here, and I immediately looked at him. He's waiting for me out front of the event. I marched over to him, and he gave me a gentle hug.

"I've been waiting for you! it's nice to see you here." With a slight smile, Eiran says.

We now made the decision to enter the event. I can see how large and crowded this place is with people. Everyone is just occupied with snapping photos of Miranda. She has compiled all of the book series collections. I've been looking forward to this day, and it's finally here. The most recent poetry book by one of my favorite poets is about to be published.

Nearly two weeks have passed since the celebration of the jubilee. And yet, I'm very afraid of that night. I was losing control over everything else that night. At that point, I was trembling. I was also breathing erratically. I experienced being on the verge of death. Shall I share this with Eiran? Not yet, I believe, but when the moment is appropriate, I'll tell him everything.

The stalker was almost at the gate of my room. However, I heard a scream suddenly from outside, so I looked to see who it was, but I saw nothing. I then give the door another quick glance. As usual, my stalker vanished from sight. That's when I went completely crazy. I looked everywhere in my house for him, but I couldn't find him. All he left was a ring. A ring set with exquisite pearls. I discovered that ring in the hallway of my house. It was wrapped in a red box. Along with the ring box, there was a name slip with the writing 'for you, by your stalker' on it. He's crazy, and he's driving me crazy too. Why did he leave a ring, though, is the crucial question. Could he be making a move to ask me out? None at all. I got a proposal from a random guy. Why me?

"Where have you got lost?" I was forced out of my thoughts by an abrupt interruption by eiran. I was thinking only of my stalker.

Fuck it.

"Nothing," I answered plainly. My smile has almost completely vanished from my stalker's thoughts.

It looks like a lot of people are receiving autographs from Miranda. They're all huge Miranda supporters. myself included. My gaze suddenly landed on a man who looked to be in his teens. He looks pleased with himself after getting an autograph from Miranda. I grinned at that.

I burst back out of my reverie when "Mysha" Eiran said that. Nowadays, I feel like I think about things too much.

"Yes?" I answer plainly.

"Again and again, where are you lost?" His mouth pursed in a little laugh. I was mentally disturbed by my stalker.

"Nothing at all... Only considering my upcoming case right now." I was lying. Nothing new has happened.

"Can I tell you something?" With a tone of gravity in his voice, Eiran spoke out. Stern. Is he serious? Interesting.

"Why not?" I said.

"As you have noticed, I'm busy these days." He stopped speaking mid-sentence. He's blankly staring at the ground. We're seated on the chairs, and he's clutching his phone. Following a pause, he continues "I need your help."

"Sure, I'm always here for you", I said in a matter of seconds.

"There's a problem. Someone set fire to one of our well-known restaurants," he adds composedly, staring at his phone.

"When did this occur?" My tone betrays a genuine inquiry. So maybe this explains his hectic schedule.

"The night on the day of the jubilee event was when it occurred. Some photos of the offender were given by my right-hand man." Saying that, he hands me a phone so I can view the pictures. He covered himself completely and donned the same black hood, so I can see that he is my stalker. I'm really shocked. I am aware of my heart rate's abrupt irregularities. How come he did this to him when his issue is with me?

"I employed two investigators to look into the fire that destroyed our restaurant, but they were unable to find anything." He explained quietly, as though he had failed in some way. He continues and says "All the evidence has disappeared and nothing is left."

"Why didn't you inform me of this sooner?" I questioned him. I should hear him tell me this.

He turned to face me and said, calmly, "I don't want you to be stressed up more. You're already working on new cases." His face is harsher, yet I can tell that his eyes are tender. His eyes, those blue siren eyes, I'm in love. His face has certain stress lines that I can notice.

Before I could reply, his phone suddenly buzzed. I want to discard his stupid phone.

He looked at me and arched one eyebrow, asking, "Can I?"

"Sure", I said sourly. He leaves this packed room and heads outdoors as I speak.

I take a long breath in. My stalker has me frustrated. He set the whole freaking restaurant on fire! I furiously brush my hands across my face. What does he wish to convey to me? What's the issue with him? I'm dying to get rid of him.

As I moved my eyes to take a quick look at this location, my eyes snapped. I noticed a man who had on the identical black hood. Ouch! Here comes my stalker. However, my stalker disappeared from my perspective of a large number of people. I marched in my stalker's direction quickly and discovered that he had disappeared once more.

When I get him, I'm going to cut pieces of his skin.

I turn my head in all directions to try and find him. I saw him again. He's standing close to the exit gate. No way, I'm not letting him go today. But he moves so quickly that he changes positions in a matter of seconds. It's unbelievable to me. I have a strong suspicion that the cause behind an unknown person's stalking is haunted.

As I come closer to the exit gate, I notice that he is moving in that direction. Is his sole purpose in being here to make himself felt? I don't want him bothering me.

He's moving in brick steps which makes me walk faster. Today I want to reveal who he's.

"Who are you?" Raising my voice, I yelled. I've left the book launch event as of right now.

He stopped where I was yelling. It was the first time he ever listened to me. Thank God. Turning slowly, he faced my way. We are now facing each other, albeit somewhat apart.

"Who am I?" With a deep voice, he speaks. His voice is harsh. I feel the irony evaporating from his laugh.

"What makes you follow me around?" Here, I was on the verge of yelling.

"Mysha, how do you like the ring I left in your home?" Sleek and haunting, that's what he says.

"It's not the real question," I urged. I can't place where I heard his voice, but it feels like it was before.

Now his feet are coming toward me. But I can see he's dangerous. He's in front of me now. I smell his perfume, which is most likely a rose scent. I am as stationary as ever. In addition, although my face appears unthreatening, it actually annoys and haunts me in secret.

I notice he has a briefcase in his hands. He extended his hand to hand me this briefcase. I turn my eyes to the briefcase, then, my who-knows, to my stalker.

"Take it," he says, or perhaps he gave me an order.

I take that briefcase, paying heed to what he said.

"You'll know everything," He continued, I can feel his dangerous smirk, in a deep voice.

This briefcase contains what?

━━━━━━━━━━━━━

♡