Norman Bates x Reader ⇝ Don't Forget Me

❝No Norman, wait.❞ I plead standing in front of the doorway. ❝❲Y/n❳, I am sorry, but I must go home now.❞ I shake my head, letting the fragile tears spill down from my eye socket. ❝Will you just let me explain?❞ I sob. He shuts his eyes, I take a look down at his hands and see them form into a small fist. ❝I should go...