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I can't tell if my heart has gotten heavier, or if I actually can't breathe. My chest hurts. I really, really want to just run away, but I know that wouldn't be fair to you. Not now. Not after what I did.
You take a step forward. I take a step back. What do I do?
Are you...okay? Your voice is hesitant. Fearful. You're scared of me? Or scared of what I will say, more likely.
I think so, I say. internally I wince. I wish I could think of something better to say, but I can't. I just...don't know.
The next moment, your arms are around me tightly, and my face is crushed to your chest. I don't hug back. I don't really want to, even though I feel like I should.
You pull back after a moment and look at me. Those eyes are wide, and fearful. What's wrong?
I bite my lip and pull away. Apparently even my teeth are stronger, because the next moment I feel something warm dripping down my chin. I wipe the blood away with the sleeve of my hoodie, and your eyes follow the movement. It makes me uncomfortable.
Look, I….do you even love me? Or am I just a weird obsession that you have, and will it be over now that I'm stuck like you and you can't get away from me?
That came out both a lot angrier and a lot louder than I wanted it to. I wince again as the low buzz of noise abruptly stops. Someone says something very quietly, and I hear Seventeen growl. The person stops.
I...I don't know what to tell you, you mumble, looking at your feet. I can almost feel my heart spasm. Even after becoming a creepypasta, it hurts. Because it's true.
You don't love me.
You never loved me.
I turn around, already feeling my eyes starting to sting. I won't let myself cry in front of you. I want to fall into the void and sleep in its cold embrace. I want to have called the police when I met you. I want to have not been a stupid, blind child.
I feel for the edge of the void trembling and almost in tears, when the house shakes violently. Screams echo throughout the building, and I'm thrown to the ground, along with you. Stranger's mental presence goes dark, and Seventeen's screams in agony.
I feel the whoosh of hot air before I hear the crackle of the flames.