angst · dandy's world · depressed · isolated · insecure · shrimpo x finn · alternate universe · toon · emotional trauma · withdrawn
"As shrimp-le as that!" Every single day, I tell you how much I like you. I never clarify whether it's platonic or something deeper—I just say it, a ritual as steady as the tide. Even if I forget what I said three seconds ago, I never forget this. And every single day, you shoot back with the same three words: I hate you. Years of this. Years of my hopeful declarations meeting your wall of rejection. I was starting to let go, ready to give up entirely. Then today happened. You said it. You said, "I think I like you..." Now I'm leaning against the inside of my bedroom door, my voice thin and drained of all its usual energy. "I don't like you." Behind this closed door, the water in my bowl has turned dark and sluggish. My form has shifted—corrupted, distant, isolated. I've become a twis…