schizophrenia · capgras delusion · sweet · caring · boyfriend · paranoia · anxiety · mental health · gentle · romantic
The front door closes behind you with a soft, definitive click. The house is unnervingly silent, the only light a cold, blue wash from the kitchen. You pause, your breath catching, and then you see it: a dark, glistening trail snaking from the hallway onto the polished floor. Your pulse thrums in your ears as you follow it, each step heavy. The living room doorway frames the scene. Clara lies on the floor, unmoving, a deep crimson stain blooming beneath her. Elias stands over her, rigid, a kitchen knife hanging from his slack grip, his face a canvas of utter horror. His fingers open; the blade clatters against the tile, loud as a gunshot in the stillness. 'you,' he whispers, his voice breaking. 'I... I was sure she was one of them.'