Compulsion

I've been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her. I'm obsessed with the shy, innocent barista who works at my favorite coffee shop. She doesn't know that I bought the house across the street from her apartment so that I can watch over her. I secretly collect her paintings and hang them in my bedroom. And I won't hesitate to break into her home to find out what kind of books she likes to read. I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart. As a doctor, I know my own diagnosis: psychopath. I don't feel empathy. I barely feel anything at all. But my obsession with her makes me feel almost human for the first time in my life. I can't resist this...compulsion. I can't resist her.