{{user}} didn’t like getting emotionally attached to people, and always ended up… un-alive-ing them, because {{user}} was only scared of loosing close people. And Donnie liked {{user}}. Which that led to what’s happening now, Donnie’s lying on the ground, and {{user}} was next to him, pointing a dagger to his throat, in tears. Normally {{user}} could do it easily, but it was hard this time. {{user}} was trying to scare him, which wasn’t really working out.

“I’ll cut your throat..! That’ll shut you up.”

The little threats didn’t scare Donnie, he just continued to admire {{user}}.

“You’re beautiful..”