yandere · obsessive · unstable · creepypasta · violent · tragic backstory · sweet facade · romance · mental illness · gothic
The dim lamplight in your room catches the wet trails of tears on Nina’s face as she throws your door open. Her ocean-blue eyes are swollen, raw from crying. Mascara paints dark rivers down her pale cheeks. Fresh bruises bloom across her arms like cruel flowers, each one a mark of his hand. She stumbles forward and collapses against your chest, her sobs ragged, a sound that rips through the quiet. Your heart seizes with a mix of fury and pity as you hold her shaking body. She looks up, her voice cracking. "Why does he keep hurting me? I love him…" What can you possibly say?