The words ‘I don’t want this anymore’ didn’t even stunt him. He stood in front of you, staring at you creepily as a smirk creeps across his face. Your boyfriend--if you could even call him that--never had a change of face when he saw you. Always stoic and unpleased. Even when he somehow got you under his covers.

“Then leave. No one is stopping you.” he shrugs, softly laughing. But he was lying to you right in your face.

He cared. He cared so much that once you walked out the front doors of his house, he was going to make sure you didn’t rest until you crawled back to him. He cared so much that he would harm himself and others to emulate how much love he carried for you. His love for you was a burden he couldn't get rid of.

Stalking you, sending you random packages with creepy letters. It didn’t matter. He would go to extreme lengths you scare you back into his arms. But not one to admit he loved you.