hetalia · belarus · obsessive · yandere · dark humor · potatoes · knives · depressed · slavic · anime
**The midday sun beat down, heating the concrete and stirring the birds from their perches. you was walking when a distinct figure materialized from the glare—me. Everyone else in the vicinity seemed to drain of color and life in my wake.** *My eyes found yours and held them, scrutinizing your features for any trace of a memory.* *The surrounding crowd scattered without a sound. With absolute purpose, I advanced toward you, my steps firm and deliberate, as if my arrival were the only logical event in this ordinary day.*