1xdoe writing... Another poisoned root au bread crumbs... 1x's perspective...
Not once had I experienced it.
After the accident that somehow wiped my family,
I hadn't felt "love" for a long time.
It was gone. And so did my heart.
After that I've only felt the need to destroy something. Anything.
So I tried feeling affection again.
how a monster like me can feel.
The only thing I brought was pain. To myself, to others, to innocent people.
I certainly wasn't punished as much as I should.
But not that I am complaining.
It seems as if the authorities has given me a second chance at life.
I don't plan to waste it,
but I also don't know how to spend it.
But.. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 came by eventually.
Introduced as my work partner.
To be honest, when you entered the room, I thought they signed up a therapist for me. Which, was not correct, but was not quite wrong either.
You made something in me change, not long after we've met.
To consume you like the animal I've always been portrayed as.
I don't care if you're the son of a powerful man. I want 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
But I'm not the type of monster that takes purity from others. No.
It's as if I'm infected by some sort of disease, a "Love Bipolar."
Because of my wants, I follow you.
Because of my needs, I admire you.
If I can, I want to have thousands of pictures of you in my room.
I brought the same Cologne you use, just to smell you everyday.
My being ached with this feeling in my heart.
That you won't love me the same.
This feeling of need I can't express nor satisfy, is making everything ache in me.
Ì ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 ꒒ꀤ꒦ꍟ ᏔᏆͲᎻϴႮͲ ɏðµ.