-includes stories containing hardcore yanderes (mostly) such as stalkers, kidnappers, love interests, partners and so on..
warning: may contain triggering/sensitive content such as violence, mentions of blood, gore, depictions of unhealthy attachme...
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Ugly
Born, cracked open your shell, you arrived in this world as an ugly duckling and you were convinced you would stay one until death.
You knew that you were less than average, it was obvious to your pair of eyes, and yet your friends seemed to insistent on the fact that you weren't. That you were desirable in your own miserable way.
Needless to say you didn't pay them much mind and the conversations died down, however the undeniable truth remained. You were a disaster, a hot-headed chaos, with harsh lines constructing you, weighting too little and simultaneously too much, with too broad yet frail features—an unsightly visage through and through.
You were aware of all this since young, thankfully the other children pointed it out for you—that you were a monster.
So how could you with such a disgraceful face, ever accept his confession?
He, the literal heartthrob of your campus, loved by many, grades top-notch like his appearance. To compare him to Adonis would be blasphemy, because he entirely must have been build by the image of god himself, with how bedazzling his deep blue eyes glimmered, their calmness like the ocean's waves that threatened to consume anyone who dared to lose themselves in their beauty, with hair as rich of a brown as ebony, his curls of higher quality than the finest silks on earth—and with skin that was kissed by the sun herself, buttered in the finest oils to achieve such lushness.
The man in front of you surely must be joking, pulling a cheap prank on you to get a rise out of you, why else would he be standing in front of you, a seeming earnest gleam twinkling in his deep blues, with a single red rose in his right hand, pointing it to you.
You remembered, there was a boy who claimed to like you, he behaved the same way, all shy looks and subtle touches, only to then to present you with the climax of his roleplay on the last day of highschool, throwing the flowers he bought onto the floor to trample onto them and laugh into your face, enjoying the look of humiliation, as you cried pitifully.
"Hey, you alright? You're pale in the face." his voice turned all jittery, seemingly on edge, as his cheeks flushed further, his Adam's apple popping up and down the more he swallowed while his fingers tightened around the rose's stem.
"Ha—" he exclaimed, letting his fingers brush through his hair, anxiously turning to the side before facing you again, brows knitted in a deep furrow of concern.
"Is it because you don't know me? Chester. Chester Thompson. We're in the same department. You may not know me, but trust me, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you and—"
