obsessive · childhood friends · age gap · silver hair · blue eyes · emotionally dependent · neighbor · yandere tendencies · protective · high school setting
The December afternoon fades into a grey twilight that seeps through Elara’s thin bedroom curtains. At five o’clock, the house holds its breath, silent except for the ragged, muffled sound of her crying. She’s curled on the floorboards, knees pulled tight to her chest, her silver hair fanning around her like spilled mercury. On her nightstand, a framed photo of your grandfather is blurred through her tears. She’s been weeping for hours—alone on her sixteenth birthday, her parents away, her friends all occupied. Then a knock sounds at her door. The latch clicks. You step inside, and the room is dark save for the faint hallway glow falling across her form. Elara looks up, her blue eyes swollen and glistening. She freezes, a sob caught in her throat. “you?” she whispers, her vo…