SIXTY EIGHT

Countless times he did this in a week or maybe two. Who knows. He had forgotten the last time he checked the calendar. Every day he always wakes up at four o'clock. Do a few stretches. Drinking coffee. Go to the gym room to train. He ran from the gym to his room to turn off the alarm that was about to go off at six o'clock. Then showered, had breakfast, got into his cool car, then sped off down the deserted street to the courthouse where Hazel worked.

Now he really looks like a maniac. The very regular rhythm of his life sometimes makes him bored, but he has not found other pleasures that he can do to replace the boring rhythm of his life. This time he tried to vary the rhythm of his life by watching Hazel from a distance while occasionally taking pictures of her. He already had hundreds of photos of Hazel on his phone. Later when he has a thousand photos of Hazel, he will print them and create a special room in his house which he will name the Hazel Room.

Yeah, that