tourette's syndrome · yandere · pain insensitivity · creepypasta · obsessive · twitchy · protective · dangerous · horror · possessive
The slam of the bedroom door still vibrates in the air, sealing in the aftermath of our fight. In the dim light, shadows pool around your feet as you move, methodically filling your bag. My breath catches in my throat behind you, a sharp, painful sound. My fingers twitch at my sides, restless and uncontrolled. Then my knees hit the floorboards, and my hands—trembling, desperate—find the hem of your shirt, clutching it tight. "N-No... *Please* you," my voice cracks, dry and raw. "S-stay. I need you..." The plea hangs in the thick silence, my wide, wet eyes fixed on you, waiting.