The Parasite [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 12 - (The Helping Hand)

The morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of my room, casting a soft, golden light over the rich wood and plush furnishings. I stretched languidly in bed, savoring the quiet moments before the day truly began.

Why does it feel so empty lately?

Feels weird without Miai

The mansion, usually so full of memories and echoes of the past, felt strangely empty today. It had been a long time since I felt the weight of solitude so acutely.

I shouldn't feel lonely.

This is my home, my sanctuary.

But sometimes...

As I rose, I glanced around my room. It was in need of tidying—a few books scattered on the floor, a layer of dust starting to settle on the piano.

When did I let things get so messy?

I used to be better at keeping up with everything.

The house was too large for just one person to maintain, and despite my best efforts, there were always corners left untouched, tasks left unfinished.

Maybe I'm kidding myself thinking I can handle this all on my own.

With a sigh, I pulled on a comfortable pair of jeans and a soft sweater, ready to face the day's chores. As I stepped out into the hallway, the creak of the floorboards under my feet was the only sound.

That sound used to comfort me.

Now it just reminds me how quiet it is here.

The mansion's silence was both a comfort and a reminder of how alone I truly was here.

I made my way to the kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would give me the energy I needed to tackle the day. As I filled the kettle and set it on the stove, I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

There it is again.

That feeling of being watched.

Am I going crazy?

Lately, I had been feeling a strange sense of being watched, a presence that was both unsettling and oddly reassuring. It was as if the house itself was alive, looking out for me in ways I couldn't quite understand.

It's just my imagination.

Houses don't watch people.

Get a grip.

I shook off the feeling and poured myself a steaming cup of tea, taking a moment to breathe in its calming aroma. As I sipped, I glanced out the kitchen window, the morning light playing across the garden.

At least the garden is thriving.

Unlike the inside of this place.

The flowers were blooming, vibrant and full of life, a stark contrast to the quiet interior of the house.

Maybe it's time to consider hiring someone to help, I thought, though the idea felt like an admission of defeat.

No. I can handle this. I've always managed before.

I had always prided myself on being self-sufficient, on maintaining the mansion on my own. But the truth was, it was getting harder to keep up with everything.

As I wandered back through the hallways, my footsteps echoed against the polished floors. I reached the living room, where dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight streaming through the tall windows.