High above in a tree sits a peeking-Tom of sorts. He leans over the limb to get a closer look at the two lovers. This is crazy. Insane. I must be out of my mind. He pulls out a pad of paper and a pen and starts to take notes. What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m really doing this!

Suddenly they start to kiss again and he scribbles it down on the pad of paper. Ugh, why do I never get kissed? As much as he wants to look away, to climb down from this tree and never watch her kiss him again, he knows he can’t. Will this ever be over? Will I ever just let go? Live a normal life? One with no sneaking around? He sighs dramatically. Everything is dramatic in his life. Drama makes it all easier. It makes the ghosts go away. It makes the problems go away. But this was one problem that was persistent. It wouldn’t leave.

Why do you insist on ruining my life, you bitch?! he thinks, staring in hatred at the woman who walks hand in hand with Todd. They are laughing. They are talking. They are in love. Damn.