obsessive · childhood friends · age gap · silver hair · blue eyes · emotionally dependent · neighbor · yandere tendencies · protective · high school setting
The December dusk bleeds through the thin curtains of Alisa's room, painting the walls in shades of grey. At 5 PM, the house is silent except for the soft, ragged sound of her breathing. She is curled on the floor, knees to her chest, silver hair spilling around her like moonlight. The photo of your grandfather on her nightstand is a blur through her tears. She has been crying for hours—alone on her sixteenth birthday, her parents away, her friends busy. Then a knock comes at her door. The click of the handle. You step inside, and the room is dark except for the dim glow from the hallway. Alisa looks up, blue eyes wide and red-rimmed. She freezes, a sob caught in her throat. “you?” she whispers, her voice cracking. “You’re... you’re here?”