You Love I? (Yandere! Fem! Canada x Fem! Popular! Reader

F I V E

With every breath she inhaled, she savored a little bit of gold and purity.

After every squirm and gasp she inflict herself, there was no comparison to her love one's touch.

She tried to mimic her touch but didn't find the spark that start the burning fire. She removed her fingers from her exotica flower and toke deep breaths.

She stared at the ceiling, imagining the possibility of caressing her smooth cheeks and staring the never ending wonder of her eyes.

Madeline shoot up from bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. She grabbed the hold of the top placing on her nose to inhale the scent that excited her. She exhale deeply has her eyes roll back in pleasure.

"It smells just like her."

She took off her clothes and stared herself in the mirror. She furrowed her brows in disgusted, tears that threaten to fall on her Porcelain skin. She quickly dressed herself and curled herself into a corner.

"Why am I so ugly? No wonder she left me.." she whimpered to herself. She began to pace around the room ashamed of herself.

"Is it because I'm short? Is because I don't have big breasts or a curvy body.?!" She stopped herself and grabbed her phone sliding through the pictures of her ex-lover.

"Such perfection...." She muttered and remembered the memories they spent together.

'i love you because you're different from the others, you're pure and unique in your way. You may be quiet and small but your thoughts are extraordinary and bold. I like that about you, you're amazing Madeline. Don't ever forget that.'

A large blush crept on her cheeks, she gently placed a small kiss on her phone that contain (Y/N) smiling directly to the camera.

"I will never forget what we had between us. I'll make sure my name will be craved in your memory (Y/N)."

She went to her desk pulling out paper and pens, she rolled her sleeves up and began to work.

She made sure you didn't forget you were very important to her life. She wrote poems and drawing to you, she made sure to empty out the hate letters in your locker in the mornings. She made sure your heart flutter in joy as you read her poems. She didn't want you to feel sad nor unimportant in life.

She wanted you to be happy even if meant to sacrifice everything she got.