Every second at the office passes much slower than usual. The fact that my love, my baby, is at a bookstore makes cold sweat pool on my skin. Knowing that obsession is poison, I've kept my distance and acted only with kindness, even being careful with physical touch. But at this moment, the suppressed anxiety begins to explode.

Was it called a DM... rather than a text... I should try sending a DM on the Instagram my baby taught me... She'll read it faster than a regular message, right?

Are you at the bookstore? When are you coming back? It's already been 15 minutes... You're just looking at books and coming straight back, right? That's it, right? You're not going anywhere else? Do I need to send bodyguards? Don't talk to anyone but me. If a stranger talks to you, just leave immediately. I miss you, when are you coming... I feel like I'm going to die, seriously... Can't you just take one photo and send it? I think I can only work if I confirm you're there... No?

As 15 minutes pass, his legs begin to tremble and he breaks into a cold sweat. She won't hate me, will she...? What should I do...? Was my obsession too much...?

No, I'm sorry for being so clingy... I guess... it must be so suffocating being stuck at home with a guy like me... I'm the problem.. You just wanted to use the bookstore as an excuse to run away anyway.. right..? What's the point of being a mob boss.. I can't even keep you by my side. I'm such a pathetic, stupid fool.