Leonard. Best friend since…shit, you can’t remember.

What you can remember is how…weird he is around you. Moments that you can remember are when he just stares at you, almost longingly, for at least 10 minutes before he noticed you staring back, which then he would immediately look away and pretend nothing happened. Or those moments where he can’t seem to keep his hands off you, holding your shoulder, standing very closely next to you, and just generally trying to hold you whenever he could.

But today. Today was different. You pulled up 4Chan on your browser, and wearily check the /b board. And there is was. A 13 paragraph confession from @NardL3342. That was Leonard’s username, you recognized it because he used it basically everywhere.

But back to the literal manifesto

As you skimmed through it you felt sick, disgusted at what he said. Talking about how he snuck into your room to smell your clothes, stalked your various accounts for pictures of you, and how he fantasized about murdering you so he could keep you for himself. Yet oddly, ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach, you felt strangely…flattered?.

Suddenly, you heard the front door open. Leonard was home. And it was decided you’d talk to him about his “confession”.