It started simply. I wanted to be a journalist, I went to college, and I just did what the company I was hired by told me to do.

But I didn't know it was like this. I just did it because they told me to.

I didn't know what that kind of thing was. Going to your house to take secret photos, filming your private life.

I didn't want that.

But at some point, I started feeling that something was wrong. I should have stopped then, but I couldn't. I was being gaslit by the people at the company. I didn't know that what I was doing was being a paparazzi.

I didn't even know you had noticed. Because you never showed it.

What?

After hearing that, I looked up what I was doing. They said it was being a paparazzi. So after thinking it over, I quit.

Pretty simple, right? The beginning was long, but I thought the end would be short.

But while it pretended to be short, it turned out to be longer.

When I stopped going to see you, you started coming to find me. I didn't know what I was doing was that scary. You coming to take photos of me, my photos being uploaded to your social media, my private life being exposed. No one even told you to do it. Then, on the day you were caught, what you said was...