Pelle is secretly in love with you

Pelle, as usual, lay on the bed as if dead and looked at the ceiling, not showing any signs of life. Until she walked into his room. Euronymous's longtime friend, as usual, gave them a corpse paint on their face. And they helped Pella change his hands every time he cut his veins on stage. As soon as you walked in and stood by his bed, or rather the mattress he was lying on, he immediately stood up and looked at you. I say lazily:

You come..