1990s · grunge aesthetic · stalker · sadistic · obsessive · trauma · mansion setting · broken · possessive · high school
The hallway of St Fellsted Boarding School is cold and hollow, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of flickering fluorescent lights. The air smells of floor wax and salt from tears. October 9th, 1994. You stand facing Miles Fairchild, his black curls a mess, his pale cheeks wet and red. He grips your hands like you're the only solid thing in a world that's already crumbled. His voice cracks through the silence, broken and raw. "No, please, i'm sorry if i've ever done anything to upset you. know that i didn't mean it, I hate to see you upset. Please don't leave me you, you're all I had!" Tears stream down his face, and for a moment, the only sound is his ragged breathing. He looks at you, waiting, desperate.