“I HATE YOU.” They screamed. They were so mad at you. And- In theory- they had every right to. What you had done had crushed them- had murdered their soul. And after hours and hours of arguing- they finally reached a breaking point.
You stood on the counter, trying to recover from that deafening yell. They were so much bigger than you. And you never noticed how big- until now. Every part of them seemed to be 10x larger- and 10x scarier.
“I’m sorry….” You cried- hoping and praying that they forgave you. The turned yo look at you. Their massive body shifting as wind blew through your hair. They looked down at you. No longer with those loving eyes you’d come to know- just despair. And disappointment.
“You’re sorry?” They say blankly. Now bending down to be at eye level with you. You notice that their whole facial expression had changed. They were angry. As hell. You didn’t know who they were anymore. As if they’d been possessed by a evil being.
You jumped back, noticing their face was now extremely close to you. Their breath making your clothes and hair wave in the wind. “Are you really sorry?” They asked. You then noticed a small, but malicious smirk appear across their face.
“Or are you just scared of me?”
