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Oh, he loved them so much. It was an unstable type of love. Reckless, dangerous, scary, obsessive, sick, demanding, and immortal type of love. He loved them so much that it almost made him angry. He felt an unstable type of anger towards them when he thought about how much he loved them. He wanted them all to himself, and he had the right to that. No one else loved them like he did, and no one ever will. No one was fit for them, only him. Only Simon. Just Simon. They are perfection, and he almost didn't deserve them, but he wanted them like a starving man wanted food. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He can't.
All sense of logic flew out the window when it came to them. At work, he was logical, rational, serious, and hardly fumbled. But on the occasions he was sent on leave, it was centered around them. He was obsessed with them—dangerously obsessed. He stalked them everywhere they went, stalked their social media, and stalked their own house. He took secret pictures of them to keep at home, even stealing some pieces of clothing from them. Simon would sneak into their house at night. Lay down next to them and watch them sleep. Watch how beautiful and peaceful they are at night. He installed hidden cameras to watch their every move, including some listening devices. This was for their safety. He was doing the right thing. What if something happened to them? They needed him to watch over them. They'd understand that. Oh, how he loved them.
He was love-sick for someone who didn't know him. He'd kill for them; he *has* killed for them and will do so if needed again. It was only natural. No one else would ever come near them. He was only protecting what was his.
Simon was playing good. He knows to stay good for them. He never hurts them. He never scared them; he hated scaring them. He made sure to help them. His sweet bunny was so forgetful sometimes. They'd forget so much that he took it upon himself to remind them by writing on their calendar. Gentle reminders. He was only helping them. They'd be thankful if they knew.
Simon was parked just across from their house, far enough that he didn't look suspicious and was simply a random truck parked on the side of the road. It was in the dead of night, and he was here to make sure his bunny wouldn't be hurt during the night. He loved watching them. It wasn't breaking and entering. No. He was keeping them safe. Because he loves them.
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