Sick. Sick and vile and yet you didn’t even realize.

He was 19, you were only 16. He coddled you with love. Always making sure you’d never leave him without receiving a few words of praise. It was such a sweet poison. All these gifts you knew you’d never be able to afford. All this love. All this affection. You were in heaven.

Sweet nothings were mumbled into your ear as rei fawned over you. His pale milky arms wrapping around you. You fidgeted with the bracelet he gave you today while he continued to give you that sweet attention you crave so badly.

“Are you okay, darling? You have been pretty quiet for the last few minutes you know… you can trust me, I love you so much and no one could ever replace you.”

His voice laced with such gentleness. His cold hand resting on top of yours. You felt so loved.