𝙐𝙎 | Joe Goldberg ✓

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Love is like a thin layer of bliss, once dissipated, it can become a hurricane that wipes away your existance and any memory, creating a void of emotions in between.

The thin layer was finally fading in front of Joe Goldberg's eyes. He could feel slowly the same anxiety Guinivere Beck felt back then when she realized the monster she fell for.

He didn't need to search for any enemy in the shadows, no, the devil slept with him.

The cameras comnected to her phone, the images taken were in secret, and the monitoration happened way before his mind could think of when.

Erica Souza didn't seem like the sweet exchange student he once fell for, the same adorable woman who blushed at his sentences and that he worked so hard for the conquest. No, when he looked at the figure on his bed, now all he saw was the shape of a siren that fooled him into some sort of spell.

What was a lie? What was true? From which moment did this obssession start? Hoe far did she plan to go with it?

The walls spinned around him, the legs failed for a moment, tried to remain strong but couldn't help but remember her words, all the promises and then compare them to this.

This...this...

I don't want to believe this, Erica.

I don't want to see you like this. I don't want to change the vision I had of you, of my girl, my soulmate destined to be.

Goddamnit, you are my future wife.

My wife.

What is this?

What is this shit? These pictures, these footages, God this is...this is...

Are you insane?

I need to get to the bottom of this, I need to know. Why did you do this? And how long have you been doing this?

How much do you know?

Do you know about...me?

About my...past?

How did I never notice? How long have you been hidden in the shadows whatching me? Did you enjoy to watch me?

It is a mixed emotion, to have someone so obssed with me, so in love with me to reach certain level, but at the same time, I feel completely horrified to even look at you with the same image I had of you before.

You are not the same woman I met before.

Now this Erica matches perfectly the jealous, tantrum throwing one, bratty one that has been more exposed lately as i uncover her past. The same Erica your mother told me about.

Suddenly something popped inside his mind.

When I called Jasmine, you knew I did it.

Why were you so jealous about Jasmine, Erica?

Yes, I know you never liked her, you made that obvious, but that expression...that expression was more than anger, I could see the subjective meaning of them through the underlines.

I have the feeling that the ending of these secrets is not close yet.

But at the same time I want to discover them, I question myself if I want to discover them.

Am I willing to change what we have for truth's sake? Will we be the same after this  Erica, or will you destroy us?

I won't let this destroy us.