"Alright, come on in!" I reply.
He enters the bathroom, takes one good look at me and smiles.
Not a happy one, a sinister one.
I took a step back, creeped out.
"Don't move, Love. I just wanna talk," He comes closer.
I back away farther, hips pressed against the counter. Nervously, I smile at him.
"Did you need something? Are you hungry? I can fix something up for you right now," I try to squeeze past him but he grabs my shoulders and brings me close to him. He hugs me, tight.
"You know, I love you so much," he trails his fingers up my arm. I shiver.
"You're adorable... funny... and amazing at anything you do..." He looks down at me.
I stare up at him in silence. The way he looked at me was different. It wasn't loving, it was creepy. His eyes held no emotion even though his smile said so much.
"Well, aren't you gonna say anything?" He lowers his head. We were eye to eye now.
"H-Hm? Oh, yeah... you're handsome too,"
"Is that all? Aren't you gonna say more?" His hands stop on my shoulders and he grips them.
"A-Ah! Please let go your hurting me!" I wince, his hands were firm.
He lets go and exits the room wordlessly.
I sigh and lock the door.
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𝚮𝐢𝐫𝗮𝗲𝘁𝐡 // JJK
Fanfictionhiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
