I have been dating Four for a while now. But something always felt... off. My friends weren't visiting anymore, nor did they pick up the phone. Four always was there for me, though. He was here right now, in fact. He ran his short fingers through my hair, mumbling a song. "The last guy I knew said be home by 8.." (Rio Romeo 😦 a true sign of yandere/j) it was nice like this. But it was almost as if there's something up with him. I just can't tell what it is, exactly. He kissed me softly. I kissed back, smiling. He separated from my lips. His love was like a drug. An addictive drug.
Oh. That's why none of my friends are answering. The news says that they were found dead. I frown, tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to fall. Four hugs me. I could've sworn he mumbled "You can't find out." But that's probably just my imagination messing with me. I still think about it, though.
Later, I was getting new bedsheets and I found a knife with blood on it. I picked it up. I started to shake. But.. what else do I have to lose? I sigh. If I dumped him, he'd probably dump my dead body into a firey dumpster in return. And after all, I still love him, no matter if he did it or not.. I set the sheets down, walking up to Four. I kissed him, my mind going blank. There's something wrong with me, isn't there? Whatever. The kiss began to get heated slightly. I smiled at him. This would be a long night.
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