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~I'm not obsessive, I'm just overly protective of you~

~I'm not obsessive, I'm just overly protective of you~

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 19, 2019
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"I'm not obnoxious. I'm just overly protective of you," I mumbled, still holding onto his wrist. Ash seemed annoyed by my actions. I wonder why. "I can have other friends as well, Nicole. Now let me go," he snapped. Why? "W-what? Why don't you want to be with me," I asked with tears threatening to spill out of my baby blue eyes. Ash seemed to be overgoing things inside his mind before sighing in dismay. "Very well. We'll do things your way Nicole." I smiled in glee before leading him away from his idiotic friends. 'Farewell. Ash is all mine.' WARNING This is a yandere story. There will be blood and gore. Nicole isn't mentally healthy. Obviously. She has a sickness that makes her grow possessive over the people she's in love with. DISCLAIMER In this story, women still have a bit less power. They are arranged into marriages by the will of their fathers. If their father passed away, than they can marry whomever they want.
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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