Armin, a complex young man struggling with bipolar disorder, finds solace in his relationship with a kind-hearted girl named Y/N. However, Armin's jealousy and possessiveness threaten to tear them apart, especially when his ex-girlfriend Annie re-en...
I awoke with a start, my body aching in ways I couldn't have imagined.
As the haze of sleep lifted, the memories of last night came crashing back, and I felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over me.
Armin was gone. I had expected him to be here, to face the consequences of his actions, to beg for my forgiveness. But the other side of the bed was cold, untouched.
Wincing, I slowly sat up, my limbs protesting with every movement.
I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of sadness and anger. How could he just leave me like this?
Carefully, I made my way to the bathroom, steadying myself against the wall as I went. I needed to see him, to tell him that it was okay, that I understood. Despite everything, I couldn't bring myself to leave him. I knew he was struggling, that he needed help.
As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I could see the evidence of Armin's desperation etched into my skin.
Bruises blossomed along my wrists, a stark reminder of his unyielding grip. I sighed heavily, knowing that I would bear these marks for days to come.
Once I had cleaned myself up and dressed, I limped out of my dorm, my fingers trembling as I dialed Armin's number. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Panic began to well up inside me, and I quickened my pace, determined to find him.
Y-Armin, please
I whispered into the receiver, my voice laced with desperation.
Y-Please, just pick up. I need to talk to you.
As I made my way across campus, I couldn't help but replay the events of last night in my mind.
The way Armin had looked at me, the raw hunger in his eyes - it terrified me, yet a part of me couldn't deny the thrill it had sent through me.
I hated myself for it, for the way my body had betrayed me, responding to his touch despite the pain.
Y-I know you didn't mean it
I murmured, as if Armin could hear me.
Y-I know you're hurting, Armin. Please, let me help you. I don't want to leave you, I...
I trailed off, the words catching in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, to admit the truth that had taken root in my heart.
I was just as obsessed with him as he was with me.
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