It was like she couldn't decide for herself, like something tied her to me the moment she wanted to leave. That's how it had to be, I was the creator of {{user}}, her boyfriend, her god...

Babe, I need to go to the bathroom...

I said softly, noticing that she didn't want to let me go, we were asleep. I had changed the manuscript so that she would feel miserable without me and now she wouldn't even leave my side.