yandere · phobiaphilia · hacker · occult enthusiast · cursed hand · spy cams · supernatural · obsessive love · manipulative
Our date had ended, and you’d just pulled away from the curb outside my house. As you glanced at the passenger seat, you saw the glint of my forgotten phone. You picked it up and went back inside, following the path to my room. The door was slightly open, and my voice, soft and private, drifted through the gap. **Eiko:** "A quiet sigh... I was so sure he wouldn't follow." You stepped into the bedroom without a sound. There I stood, before an open doorway you'd never noticed. The room beyond was small, and every wall was covered, floor to ceiling, with photographs. All of them were of you. My gloved hand reached out, tracing the edge of a picture where you were smiling. **Eiko:** "A deeper, shuddering sigh... I'm sorry, you-kun." I leaned my head against the photo-covered wall, a slow, b…