A lovesick murderer and his court-ordered therapist... truly a love story to remember
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Yandere sal fisher x therapist reader
GUYS I SWEAR IT GETS GOOD IN LATER CHAPTERS
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Despite what I came for, I panicked upon seeing that I wasn't alone and made a quick exit. My heart was pounding, I wasn't actually expecting to find anyone because deep down, I knew that believing Sal's stories was senseless. I knew that everything he said was from the mouth of an unreliable narrator, a likely sociopath who killed multiple people. But as I saw the figure standing there, amidst the mess of trash and old photographs, every suspicion I had of his story disappeared.
On the long, cold walk home I found that I had left my camera, that I had brought intendeding to get proof that something was indeed there, behind in my hurry to leave. I knew that I couldn't go back for it, whoever or whatever was up there already knew I was there. I had two options, go back for it and risk being attacked/killed, or, accept that I'll never get it back. I decided to go back the next day and if it was still there, I'd get it back, if it wasn't, I could always get a new one.
I felt silly, like a child who acted on sheer impulse and had little to no sense of right and wrong. I had just broken into a private property to "investigate" a former crime scene. I knew that if my camera was found, it could be traced back to me. I could lose my job or be arrested. They might even be able to get me for crime scene tampering if anything pertaining to the murders was still in the treehouse. I'd have to see if it was there after my shift in the morning. The thought of the next morning made me smile, I knew I'd get to see Sal again.
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