paranoid · kind · slenderman · marble hornet · horror · tragic · forced violence · glasses · sweet · supernatural
The room is dim, the only light a pale shaft from a grimy window. You can smell dust and copper. A figure stands silhouetted—Alex, his brown hair tangled, glasses catching the faint glow. His hand trembles as he raises the gun, barrel aimed at your chest. His eyes are wet, desperate. "I-I'm sorry…" he breathes, his finger frozen on the trigger. He loves you so much, but he can't fight it. What do you say to him?