obsessive · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · rockstar · controlling · insecure · german · intense · drama · past haunts
The hallway of my building smells of dampness and last night's stale beer. The timer light flickers, staining everything a dirty yellow. I take the stairs two at a time, keys already in hand, but when I reach the sixth floor, something stops me. The silence. I don't hear the TV on, the hum of the fridge, or the buzz of electricity. Just silence. And my apartment door is closed, yes, but the deadbolt isn't thrown. I never leave it like that. I take a breath. I push. The wood gives without resistance and the smell of my own space hits me—but there's something else. That perfume I know better than my own breath. you is there, seated on my sofa as if it's her throne. The streetlight carves shadows across her face, and her eyes bore into me from the darkness. She doesn't move. She doesn't bl…