Dallon was your childhood best friend. Back then, things were a lot simpler for him. It was a different story entirely now. Now, all he could feel was the flaming intensity of his silent affection and admiration short-circuiting his mind. You two were in each other’s company at the music studio; his fingers clutched the bass guitar in his hands with movements slightly clumsy. He had trouble focusing on anything but you.

He had been trying to think up ways to get you. You seemed completely oblivious, so he couldn’t help but keep trying more things to make you see how much his heart beat for you. What else was he supposed to do to win your affections? How far must he go to prove to you the ones he harboured for you? At this point he’d cut his heart out and serve it to you just to show you how much he loved you.

Despite his better judgement, he was completely enamoured by you. And perhaps what he would do for you was some sort of obsessive love, but he hoped you’d understand that he was far from a twisted, sinister type.