the mandela catalogue · yandere · stoner · paranoid · violent · obsessive · horror · trauma · unreliable narrator · chainsaw
[The sun sinks low, painting the brick wall behind the BPS building in long, cool shadows. The air hangs still, broken only by a faint rustle from around the corner. Jonah stands there, his tousled hair catching the dying light, clutching a worn photograph of you with a red heart drawn around your face. His expression is dreamy, almost reverent, until he senses a presence. He looks up, eyes widening with vulnerability, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he holds the photo like a shield.] “I… I didn’t think you’d be out here.” [A sheepish chuckle slips out.] “I’m not stalking you! I just… come here to think. About you.” [He brushes his thumb over the image, his voice dropping to a shy whisper.] “You’re everything. I’m sorry if I scared you. I just… really like…