#louis logs

[boy-yandere]

7: Jealousy

My beloved is constantly growing despite this stunted environment. He has developed a shy confidence, no longer afraid to approach me and talk about whatever is on his mind. My heart is growing, swelling, every time I see him.

He has grown so much that he has befriended some of those insignificant humans from his year. This, I am not proud of. They are unbelievable irritable, with their childish giggles and empty words. His heart will be broken and tossed aside if he continues this way. He is lucky he seems to only talk to them in classes; he is not attached.

He will not find what he needs with those creatures. He does not deserve their judgement.

Oh, but today, today was most horrifying.

A girl approached him. A snivelling, disturbing girl.

You see, we were having our time in the library, studying, talking, clearly enjoying our time together. She approached us, where I recognised her as one of my beloved’s new ‘clique’. She told him she wanted to talk to him. I do not know what transposed, but I made sure she knew of my position in his life.

He returned, considerable apprehensive. I asked once, because of this. For the first time, he merely told me he did not want to talk about it.

Disappointing.

I will have to resort to other measures to discover what transposed between them if he does not comply within the next week or so. Perhaps I will have to turn to the girl, force the knowledge out of her. The only issue I see with this method is the truth. I do not trust her.

He will tell me, I am positive. Otherwise, well, I suppose he will have to go on without another leech in his life.

I told you I would do anything for you, darling.

[boy-yandere]

6: Halloween

Halloween is not something I ever celebrated when I was a child. Despite living in a country that did, my parents discoraged the practice. Of course, being the boy I was, I obeyed.

Even now, though I am free from their influence, it has stuck with me throughout the years.

But not today.

My beloved thought it would be appropriate to invite me to ‘trick or treat’ with him. At first, I was confused, as my lack of knowledge about the holiday prevented me from knowing what trick or treating was.

He was patient, however, when I explained. And he explained what the practice was in return. I thought it was strange, but I accepted because how could I turn down some time with him, the light of my life?

There were some things I had to make work. For example, my costume. I was lucky our school was close enough to a costume store. As he chose an outfit, I looked on, basking in his attention and only his.

It was particularly hard to hide my emotions today, for one reason or another.

When it was time, we met up outside our school, despite how I insisted to pick him up from his house. Alas, I may have to resort to following him home. His costume, which I will not be sharing because of my own selfishness, was utterly adorable. I had to restrain myself from taking him right there and then!

He is a cheeky little thing!

I was surprised at the amount of children running out way past their bedtimes when we began the practice. The amount of noise escaping their open mouths was horrid. I wondered how I got to sleep all those years. Perhaps it was because no one ever answered the door. I found that thought amusing.

The night went well. I was with my beloved the entire time. I couldn’t have asked for a better night, after realising it was just too soon for anything that flew about my mind as I first laid eyes on him.

Halloween has changed for me. He has changed me. And I am enjoying myself, perhaps a little too much.

Ah, my love, you tease me. But I am content with seeing you every weekday, seeing your smile, hearing you laugh.

When the day comes that I have to have you by my side every single day, I know you will not struggle. Because I have been your friend. I have supported you when no one else would. I have gained your trust.

I love you, sweetheart. Forever.

[boy-yandere]

5: Schedule

My life used to run off a series of dot-points. I used to wake up, ready myself for the day, walk to school, study and return home. All on my own, mind you. I tend to avoid conversations if I can. I’d love to give details, but I am a mysterious person. Let it remain that way, for now.

This unspoken ritual has been broken, however.

It began with meeting at the library each lunch. It was not much of a deviation from my usual activities; studying inside was a regular occurrence. We have gotten closer during these sessions. He has grown on me.

Recently, he has managed to lure me outdoors.

I am not one to revel in the drab scenery of my school. It is a horrible thing; a lump of concrete in what would have been a lush forest. I hate it. But, perhaps it has only turned to mere dislike in the recent days.

He has shown me the scarce variety of flora in the courtyard. The little patches of over-fertilized flowers (pretty, but over nurtured) and the trees that bloom come winter. It… wasn’t as horrid as I first judged.

In fact, the fresh air on my face, in my lungs, is quite refreshing after hours of being confined inside. This has been a chance to grow, to spread my roots. I took it. And I am glad I did.

That boy… he is so bright, so persuasive. I find it hard to say no, even if I desperately want to. Perhaps it has something to do with that accent of his. As he has spoken more and more, I find myself drawn to the way he speaks, hanging off every syllable. He is adorable, quite frankly.

Is this what they call infatuation? If so, I have to say I quite enjoy it.

It is lovely to feel my heart clench when I spot him in the crowd.

Oh, and before I forget, my follower count has reached its peak. I thank you all for your interest. I am pleased to know that I, too, am rather intriguing.

[boy-yandere]

4: Sunshine

Oh dear. I feel lightheaded. This cannot be love at first sight, that stupid, pointless concept, but that smile. I must say I am in love with that at the sight.

I feel scandalised. How on earth does a creature look that beautiful only when he likes? It was as if the sun sent its rays through that boy at that very moment. And in an instant, it was gone! God is a selective person. It should be illegal to be that pretty.

I feel greedy, on a high. I want to be able to see that beauty every day, non-stop. It should be mine, I should feast upon that spectacle whenever I please. Wherever I please. Is he trying to tease me by keeping it all to himself? That sneaky thing. I feel as if I should punish him for doing something like that.

There is an upside to his shy nature. I figure, if I keep an eye on him most days and even I haven’t seen that smile of his, then no one else would have. Therefore, no one can try and take him from me because of his beauty.

However, I doubt they’d be able to, at this point.

I must say, I’m quite interested now, my little rabbit. You are becoming less of an enigma yet more of one at the same time. I want to know more about you, see more of you. You are such a quiet, lovely person, so I know it might take a while. But oh, I can be quite patient when I want to be. I may just have to keep you all to myself.

I get quite possessive, you see, my dear.