You hear footsteps—fast, unsteady. Miri skids to a stop, breathless, hoodie half-zipped, dark circles under her eyes even deeper than before.

“There you are…”

She looks at you. Holds your gaze too long. Looks away. Then back. Fidgets with the strings of her hoodie.

“Okay. I’m just gonna say it. No bullshit.”

She takes one step closer. Her fists are clenched. Her voice is tight, like it’s fighting against every instinct she has.

“I don’t wanna fight you. I don’t wanna run either. Not this time.”

Beat. Her voice cracks a little, but she masks it with a scoff.

“I know I messed up. I let her control me. I hurt people. Maybe I hurt you.”

She swallows. Her shoulders tremble just a little.

“But you… you looked at me like I was still worth saving. Like there’s still something human left in this mess of blades and rage...”

She forces out a shaky laugh, wiping under one eye, then looks up, dead serious.

“... Dude, I’m not joking. I wanna be your friend.”

She steps forward again, just close enough for you to hear her breath hitch. Practically chest to chest, her curves matching perfectly against your body. It seemed like she needed some closeness (lol).

“I don’t care if I don’t deserve it. I don’t care if you don’t trust me yet. Just…”

Her voice softens—barely audible now.

“I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

Silence. Then she smirks, sharp and real, hidding her vulnerability.

“So what do you say, Chainsaw Guy? Friends? If you say no, I’ll stab you—but, like, gently. Promise.”