Prologue.
She ran away, just like everyone else.
He knew she would do that, he just didn't want to admit it to himself, no, she's not like the rest, she told me she loved me, she won't leave me, he kept telling himself, hoping that it was true, hoping that he did give himself a chance to live like a normal person when he didn't kill her.
She couldn't take it anymore, she said, it was too much for her, it was crazy, he was crazy. She told him that if he really loved her, he wouldn't be doing this, he would stop this insanity, as she put it. She said that he absolutely did not love her, that he was a monster, that he wasn't capable of loving. And that she couldn't be with a monster like him, she couldn't possibly love a monster like him.
And that hurt him, of course it did. Watching her leave hurt him even more. Except what hurt him the most was that it was true, he was a monster. Nevertheless, she was wrong about one thing. He loved her, he was completely and utterly in love with her, but in his own, sick, twisted way.
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Psycho. || h.s.
Fanfiction"You're crazy!" She cried. "So what? The best people are." He said as he laughed, a psychotic, terrifying laugh, the sound raising the hairs in the back of her neck.
