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After my mother died, I rented out her home to a variety of tenants.

I set up 12 different surveillance cameras around the house for my own

entertainment. I had a front row seat to the most interesting show in town.

Melissa and Lyra.

They could barely keep their hands off one another for even a moment.

But their lust -fueled affair tempered when time and reality set in.

Maybe we need to change it up a little bit.

Maybe have some penis in her life.

Come on, just meet him.

He's super nice and open -minded.

He's not looking for anything serious.

I didn't know whether

Melissa took her one -sided conversations with me seriously, or if I

a virtual diary for her to confide in.

Would she have confided in the real me if I was standing right in front of her?

Logan? As fate would have it, I got my answer. I'm the girl that's living in

your house. Oh, I know.

Sorry.

I know who you are.

We always pay on time.

How's everything going?

No, we're good.

Everything's okay? We're good.

I didn't know you were much of a hiker.

Yeah. You know, because I work from home, so, you know, hiking's like my one

connection to the outside world.

I get that.

I get lonely sometimes, too.

Anyway, it was great seeing you.

Yeah.

Yeah, likewise.

For weeks, I waited for her to say something, anything to me, to

existence behind the camera, but she didn't.

And for the first time in all the years of watching, I felt lonely.

I didn't want to watch anymore.

I wanted to participate.

And as with any primetime drama, my story soon took a drastic turn.

Oh, no, I'm good. I mean, they have fun, though.

We love you.

I love you, too.

Logan,

you're the one who's watching, or if you hear this at all, me and Yessie thought

we were into each other hiking.

I need to talk to you.

So you have been watching the camera?

I'm always watching.

What have you seen?

Anything and everything that's happened on the security cameras I've

seen.

Fighting.

Heartbreak.

Loneliness.

I'm sorry. Did that freak you out?

Yes. No.

In a really fucked up way.

Kind of comforting.

Knowing that someone's watching.

I felt very alone since we've moved in.

You're not alone.

I'm here.

You know, I've learned so much about you from watching your life.

More so than I probably would have had I just been... Living your own?

You taught me that I can truly care about somebody else.

That their pain can also be my pain.

You're stupid.

Sorry. It's not even real life.

It's real life.

It's always been real life.

Just because you're watching it from your laptop doesn't make it any less

So, what's so different about me that made you care?

You were you.

Authentic.

Hopeful.

Scared.

Lost.

You were everything that I feel.

Only you make me wanna make those bad parts all better.

Mwah.

Mmm.

That's so good.

That's it right there.

If I leave here, are you gonna watch me on your lap?

I gave Melissa a million reasons not to like me, but she still did.

She said it was because she understood me, that she connected with me on a

deeper level.

She had done what I always thought I was incapable of doing, seeing people for

who they really were without all the cameras.

The next night, Melissa ended things with Lyra and Michael.

She told them she needed something more.

And so did I.

The fetish of watching would always be a huge part of who I was.

But now it wasn't the only part.

After all, when one show ends, another must begin.

But you just arrived.

Oh, my God. He was so happy. Yeah.

Okay, let's check on the rug.