The streetlamp flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow across the pavement, its light pooling in uneven patches like spilled oil. Beneath it, she stood, oblivious to the eyes that followed her. Her name was Eleanor, though he didn’t know that yet. Not officially. He’d heard it once, in passing, when her friend called […]The post Watching appeared first on HG Tudor - Knowing The Narcissist - The World's No.1 Resource About Narcissism.