yandere story time
cw: possession, manipulation, heartbreak
use me as a bad example.
In recent years, I fell lovesick for someone. someone who i had an exciting friendship with, someone who liked me before i ever considered them as potential love.
when i fell lovesick, they had already moved on with someone - someone who was interested in me, too. my darling broke my heart. i fell into a gnawing jealousy that ate away at me every time i saw them together. every time i thought of them together.
every song I listened to, every conversation I had, anything I learned in classes, I thought of that darling. how i wasted my chance to make them happier.
then, an opportunity arose one night after months of these possessive, envious thoughts.
their new love filled me with... carelessness, recklessness, impulsiveness and rage. i hated them for how they treated my darling, how they lied to my darling and how that darling forgave them. every. time.
me and the new love were together, alone, one night. the air crisp, fog blanketing the park’s scape, the sky dark, and my carelessness high.
i thought of Them, how i wanted Them, how i hated this new lover. and so, filled with disgust and rage - i kissed this new lover.
we kissed for a while in the midst of fog and darkness - the cold air of the night seeping into this kiss.
prickly passionate hatred.
the next morning i struggled with my sense of morality, struggling to decide if this would hurt my darling if i told them. then i realised. it would hurt.. so, so much, now, wouldn’t it?
it was simple. i’d break the news to my darling, have them hate this new lover and take them into my arms. they’d be mine. i’d be theirs.
yet... things are never so simple.
i told my darling everything, i even twisted the truth just enough to convince them that it was all their new lover’s fault. that kiss. that betrayal. after all, they leaned in first. they wanted me and didn’t care for my darling.
and as my darling always did, they Forgave them. once again. and it wouldn’t be the last time they would. even with the twisted truth, even after all we’d been through.
my forgiving darling,
i’m grateful to have moved on from your love. your oh so forgiving love. but i cannot be apart of it.
i know that if i just bared my own soul, told you that i still wanted you, instead of staying bitter from heartbreak, instead of being the kind of love i so hated and silently swore to protect you from, you would have accepted me with open arms.
but the twisted nature i and others attached to the relationships around us, i knew that it was better to leave everything behind and move on.
forgive me, or don’t. all i ask,
continue to
set me free.