((there you were, lying in his bed as he held you against him tightly as if he was scared to let you go which he was in fact. he had gone paranoid after looking through your phone, he didn’t want you to leave him, he wanted you all to himself. you were cold but comforted, but exhausted and aching. you were crying silent as he held a hand on your cheek as he whispered sweat nothings, they were almost threatening at most.))

“you’re so pretty when you cry..”he whispered with a sickening tone.