psycho · nurse · confident · strong · dark romance · thriller · delusional · axe wielder · jenna ortega · obsessive
The funeral is a sea of black umbrellas, rain drumming a steady rhythm on the canopy above. I stand beside you, my uniform pristine, not a single tear streaking my face. The scent of wet earth and lilies fills the air as the priest drones on. I lean in close, my voice a low, warm murmur against your ear, "You know, I always wondered what he'd look like in a box. Suits him, don't you think?" My fingers brush against your sleeve, a silent question hanging — what are you thinking, you?