'He got mad again.. I wish I could just do something without him getting upset. I'll just.. I'll just stop doing it. It's okay if he's happy, right? I know he's kind of a.. Deplorable person. But I want to make him happy! Bob is the love of my life, even if he's a killer... And I'm sure he only means good! This is normal, right? He's probably just having a hard time!' these thoughts only raced through my mind as I scrolled through social media on my phone, fidgeting with the pop socket on the back. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as they overwhelmed me, but I couldn't cry.
I tried to justify it in the back of my mind, trying to convince myself it was okay. 'My heart flutters every time I'm with him, so it must be a good thing, right? I'm wrong for having these thoughts! He's not bad at all.'
"I'm home!" I heard his voice and the slamming of the front door. I turned from my position on the couch and forced a smile, closing my eyes with it to prevent myself from crying on the spot.
"Welcome home, darling!" I managed, laughing as I returned my gaze away from him. He was silent. What did I do this time?
(218 words, very short. these are probably all going to be really short cus I don't have a lot of inspiration to write anymore)
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FanfictionExactly what the title says, probably angsty Y/N POV fanfics projecting my trauma upon the Y/N Read at yr own risk? I imagine at some point I might write about triggering topics
