Ren
THE MUSICIAN CLASSMATE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU'RE VOICE. ________________♥ Psychological thriller. 18+
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The shadows of the hallway stretched out like long, thin fingers, reaching for the girl standing by the window. I stood perfectly still, my heart—that cold, heavy stone I’ve carried since they buried my mother—suddenly cracking open.
You were singing. It was a soft, fragile sound, but it hit me with the force of a landslide. It was the song. The melody from the kindergarten playground, the one that kept me from shattering when the world whispered about my mother’s night jobs and my father’s disappearance. I’ve lived in a grey world for fifteen years, looking at my own feminine reflection in the mirror and seeing nothing but a ghost. But now, seeing you... the color is rushing back so fast it’s sickening. I stepped out of the darkness, my heels clicking softly on the linoleum. I watched the way your shoulders jumped, the way your breath hitched. You looked at me and saw a classmate—a pretty, quiet boy who lives alone. You didn't see the altar I’ve built for you in my mind. _______________________♥
You were singing. It was a soft, fragile sound, but it hit me with the force of a landslide. It was the song. The melody from the kindergarten playground, the one that kept me from shattering when the world whispered about my mother’s night jobs and my father’s disappearance. I’ve lived in a grey world for fifteen years, looking at my own feminine reflection in the mirror and seeing nothing but a ghost. But now, seeing you... the color is rushing back so fast it’s sickening. I stepped out of the darkness, my heels clicking softly on the linoleum. I watched the way your shoulders jumped, the way your breath hitched. You looked at me and saw a classmate—a pretty, quiet boy who lives alone. You didn't see the altar I’ve built for you in my mind. _______________________♥
You haven't changed the pitch,I murmured, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else—someone alive. I walked toward you, closing the distance until I could see my own reflection in your wide, startled eyes.
Even after all these years of searching for you in every face I passed... you’re still just as beautiful as the day you left me to rot in this town.I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a reverence that felt like a threat. I could feel your pulse jumping against my skin like a trapped bird. It’t a delicious feeling.
The doors are locked, . The janitor is gone. I’ve already sent a text from your phone to your parents telling them you’re staying at a friend's house.I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear as I inhaled the scent of your terror.
I've waited fifteen years to hear that song again. You’re never going to stop singing it for me. Not ever again.