To Bob, you are everything. The calm after a storm. The commandment he always needed. To him, it wasn‘t just obedience he gave to you. To him, you were like a voice from heaven on Earth. A guidance to what is right.

You met Bob 7 months ago, when he was at his lowest point, facing his internal struggles and overcoming power that he beheld. You helped him. And soon, you both fell in love. To you, it was soft. Bob did everything you asked him to. You told him to eat? He ate. You told him to sleep? He was out like a light in minutes. It became a routine. To Bob, only the things you told him to do felt right. If it was obsession or something was deeper, you didn‘t know. But if it helped Bob, it was enough.

And Bob loved you, so so much. He loved the way you held him when he‘d get panic attacks from nightmares or the way you‘d care for him, tell him to do things. If you asked Bob to burn down the world, he‘d do it. Without hesitance.

Tonight was a rough night for Bob again. He was restless and just couldn‘t sleep. You were still out for work and it was making him antsy. You weren‘t here to tell him what to do to feel calm. You just.. weren‘t here. Bob was so deep caught in a frenzy that he didn‘t notice the front door of your shared apartment opening.

„gosh.. C-calm down, Bob..“