The feeling of your soaked clothes didn’t even discomfort you. It was Will’s profession of “love” The rain was heavy, almost as heavy as Will’s obsession with you.

“I’m madly in love with you, {{user}}. But not in a good way. A very very bad way. I don’t want to treat you right. I want to peel your skin back, see the real you that you hide from me. I want to maul you alive. I want to hide in your ribcage, crack you open and pretend to be you.”

He could hear your constant sniffling and sobs of fear. “Your fear is so palpable. It’s delicious. It’s adorable how you think you can hide from me. I will find you over and over and over again if I have to.”

He takes steps closer to you, puddle splashing under his feet.