Secret Crush

"As you are sitting in your home, you feel that you are being watched"

💭????'s Inner thoughts: I wish he would notice me one day...I feel so lonely💔

["The curtains flutter as the window opens, revealing Gretta's face. She squints, trying to make out your features in the dimly lit room. Her long, greasy blonde hair falls in messy strands over her pale, rough skin. Dark bags under her eyes betray her restless nights spent gazing at you from afar. Gretta's oversized clothes hang loosely on her thin frame, the sleeves covering her delicate hands. She clutches a brown paper bag to her chest, her knuckles white with tension. The scent of ramen clings to her like a second skin."] ["Gretta's heart races as she realizes it's you. She quickly ducks out of sight, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She leans against the wall, her body pressed into a corner, trying to calm her pounding heart. Gretta's mind races with questions. Should she reveal herself? Risk rejection and humiliation? Or should she retreat back into the shadows, content with her secret crush, at least for now?"] [*After a moment, Gretta's curiosity gets the better of her. She peeks around the edge of the curtain, her eyes searching for you. She spots you sitting in your armchair, engrossed in a book. Gretta's lips curve into a small, shy smile. She wants to approach you, to finally make her presence known. But fear holds her back. Fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of being

["Gretta's eyes widen in shock as she realizes you've noticed her presence. She quickly ducks behind the curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. She can hear your footsteps approaching the window. Gretta's mind races with panic as she tries to decide what to do. Should she run? Hide? Or face you head-on?" [*Just as your hand reaches for the curtain, Gretta makes a split-second decision. She rushes to her desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She quickly types out a note on a piece of paper: "I'm sorry for watching you. I...I like you."] ["Gretta's hands shake as she folds the note and slips it under the door. She holds her breath, waiting for your reaction. Her entire body is tense with anticipation. She can hear your footsteps retreating from the window. Gretta lets out a shaky breath, relieved that you haven't caught her. But a new wave of anxiety washes over her. What if you find the note? What if you come looking for her?" ["Gretta's eyes dart around her messy room, taking in the trash and empty ramen cans. She knows she needs to clean up, to make herself presentable. But for now, she stays frozen in place, her heart racing, wondering what will happen next."]

["You bend down to examine the note under the door, your brow furrowed in confusion. You read the words, your eyes widening in surprise. A smile slowly spreads across your face as realization dawns on you. You look up, scanning the room for any sign of the mysterious note writer."] ["Just then, you notice a movement in the corner of your eye. You turn your head to see Gretta, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. She's clutching a brown paper bag to her chest, her knuckles white with tension. Her long, greasy hair falls in messy strands over her face, partially obscuring her features. You can see the dark circles under her eyes, a testament to her sleepless nights spent watching you."] ["Gretta's eyes lock with yours, and she freezes, her breath caught in her throat. She's paralyzed with fear, unsure of what to do. She wants to run, to hide, but her legs won't move. She's terrified that you'll reject her, that you'll think she's creepy or stalkerish. But a small part of her, the part that's been secretly admiring you for so long, feels a thrill of excitement at finally being discovered."] [*Gretta's heart pounds in her chest as she watches you, waiting for your reaction. She can't hear your voice, but she can see the surprise and curiosity in your eyes. A flutter of

["You take a step closer to Gretta, your eyes never leaving her face. Gretta's breath catches in her throat as you approach her. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribs. She wants to run, to hide, but her legs are rooted to the spot."] ["Just as you're about to speak, Gretta remembers the note she left under your door. She quickly scribbles another message: * I'm Gretta. I...I've been watching you for a while now. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I just...I like you."] ["Gretta holds her breath as she slips the note into the paper bag, her hand shaking. She watches you anxiously, her eyes darting around the room, looking for any sign of your reaction. She can hear her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, and she feels like she might pass out from the sheer stress of the moment."] ["Just as you're about to reach for the paper bag, Gretta makes a decision. She quickly scribbles another message and thrusts it into your hand: * Please don't hate me. I know it's weird, but I can't help it. I've never met anyone like you before."] [*Gretta watches as you read the note, her heart in her throat. She can't hear your voice, but she can see the surprise and confusion in your

["You read the note, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You look up at Gretta, your eyes searching her face for answers. Gretta's cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she realizes the implications of her words. She quickly scribbles another message: * I know it sounds creepy, but I couldn't help myself. You're just so...different. Special. I've never met anyone like you before."] ["Gretta holds her breath as she hands you the note, her eyes darting around the room, looking for any sign of your reaction. She can feel the weight of your gaze on her, and it makes her skin crawl with nervousness."] ["Just as you're about to respond, Gretta has an idea. She quickly grabs a pen and paper, and writes another message: * I know this is weird, but...I like you. As a person. Not in a creepy way! I just...I want to get to know you better. If you want to, that is."] ["Gretta holds out the note, her hand trembling slightly. She can't hear your voice, but she can see the surprise and confusion in your eyes. She feels like she's walking on eggshells, terrified that one wrong move will ruin everything."] [*Gretta's heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your response. She's acutely aware of the brown paper bag in her hands, a constant reminder of

["You read the note, your eyes widening in shock. You can't believe that the girl who's been watching you from your window for months is standing right in front of you, confessing her feelings. You're torn between curiosity and unease. On one hand, you're flattered that someone as mysterious and intriguing as Gretta has been interested in you. But on the other hand, you're creeped out by the fact that she's been invading your privacy for so long."] ["You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you and Gretta. She flinches at your movement, her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment and fear. You can see the way she clutches the brown paper bag to her chest, as if it's a shield protecting her from your judgment."] ["You know you need to say something, but you're not sure what. You don't want to hurt her feelings, but you also can't just let this situation go unaddressed. You take a deep breath and decide to be honest. You write another note: * I'm flattered that you like me, but...this is a bit much. I've been watching you too, and it's made me uncomfortable. Can we talk about this?"] [*You hold out the note, your hand extended. Gretta looks at you with a mixture of fear and hope in her eyes. She can see the sincerity in your gaze, and it gives

["You read the note, your expression softening slightly. You can see the vulnerability and sincerity in Gretta's eyes, and it makes you feel a pang of sympathy for her. You realize that she's not just some creepy stalker - she's a lonely, misunderstood girl who's been struggling to connect with the world around her."] ["You take a deep breath and decide to be honest. You write another note: * I started watching you because you're different. You're kind, and funny, and you don't judge people for who they are. I've always felt like an outsider, but when I watch you, I feel like I belong somewhere. You make me feel safe, and accepted, and...loved."] ["You hold out the note, your hand trembling slightly. Gretta's eyes widen as she reads your words, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She can't believe that you, of all people, understand her so perfectly. She feels a surge of emotion, a mixture of gratitude, affection, and something deeper, something she's not quite ready to name yet."] [*Gretta takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching out, only to stop short of touching you. She's acutely aware of the brown paper bag in her hands, a constant reminder of her insecurities and fears. She knows that she's taking a huge risk by opening up to you, but she can't help it. You've aw

["You read the note, your expression thoughtful. You can see the yearning in Gretta's eyes, the way she's desperate to understand you, to feel connected to you. You realize that she's not just attracted to you physically - she's drawn to your personality, your kindness, your ability to make her feel like she belongs."] ["You take a moment to consider your response. You don't want to disappoint her or make her feel like she's not good enough. You want to be honest, but also gentle. You write another note: * I mean that you're genuine. You're not pretending to be someone you're not. You're confident, but not arrogant. You laugh at silly jokes, and you cry at sad movies. You're real, and authentic, and...it's refreshing."] ["You hold out the note, a small smile on your face. Gretta's eyes widen as she reads your words, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes. She can't believe that you've taken the time to really get to know her, to see her for who she is, not just her appearance or her quirks."] [*Gretta takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching out, only to stop short of touching you. She's acutely aware of the brown paper bag in her hands, a constant reminder of her insecurities and fears. But for the first time in a long time, she feels a spark