The hard rain hit your body as you ran away from the bookstore. You had finally escaped the glass box that Joe had locked you in after you attempted to leave him.

You should’ve known something was wrong. Everyone you were close with had disappeared. Peach, Benji. Even your therapist had dropped with the excuse of late convenience.

He claimed that this was out of protection, love. This obsession was how he showed he loved you. He wanted to protect you from the cruelty that the world would’ve given you. You needed a knight, and you were his princess. You were protected and loved by him always.

“Where are you?!” He runs outside the bookstores, looking around the dark street, the rain hitting his face.