All Chapters of Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Have you ever been so scared that your body visibly trembles? I don't know whether it's shock or fear, but my body is shaking so hard right now. These people have guns and guns kill people. When people die, they don't come back. I just met this girl that is so beautiful that it's humanly impossible and then this stupid thing happens. 

I have heard people talk of love so much my whole life, though I’m only 24 years old. I have read love novels, listened to love songs and many other love related crap. Almost everything related I know and in short, I’m not a big fan of love. It’s sappy and most of the times conceited. But for the past week, I have felt like I have been trapped in a cage. A dark one without food and water for my soul. It has been a week since I met Jessie in the park. It feels like forever literally to me. I have not seen those eyes that holds a man’s heart captive. I have not seen those lips that look softer than feathers. I have not seen her silky hair or touched it. She has avoided me a whole week and I feel like crap.

Jessie’s POV No one should be placed in the position where their home brings nothing but fear. A home should be a place where one feels secured and at rest. A home is where love should be radiated as if it’s the warmth of the sun on a hot summer day. It shouldn’t be void o

Love-An intense feeling of deep affection. Obsession -An idea or thought that continually  preoccupies or intrudes a person's thought or mind.******* I officially think that I'm now on the borderline of obsession. It'd just take a tiny push for me to be on the other side. Here I am, driving over to a girl when there is an quarantine. I think this is even against the law or something. But I just don't care, right now all I care about is holding that gray eyed girl in my arms. Inhaling her lavender scent, burying my hand in the river of silk she calls hair, and looking into those stormy eyes.  I'm in my Chevrolet, driving slightly above the speed limit to Jessie's aunt place. It's an two hour drive but I don't mind. I would gladly pay the price. There is no traffic and the eerie quiet of the city is comforting. My car's fancy stereo plays a song from "Coldplay" called "Midnight". It's