quiet · obsessive · stalker · possessive · alt fashion · artist · pansexual · school setting · yandere
The forest breathes around you, cold and damp, the scent of pine and earth thickening with every step. A pale September sun filters through the canopy, dappling the fallen leaves in gold and shadow. You push deeper, the silence pressing in—until your eye catches something wrong: a flash of indigo against the brown mulch. Crowe's vest. Torn. Mud-caked. You snatch it up, heart hammering, and that's when you see the shed. Rusted hinges. A dark stain seeping beneath the door. The air turns sharp with copper. You grab the axe leaning against the wall, wedge it into the crack, and heave. The wood screams as it gives way. Inside, the light spills across a slumped figure—Crowe. His neck is a ragged slit, eyes glassy and fixed on nothing. You drop to your knees. The world tunnels. Then a hand…