You took a breath, and entered your home.

You always braced yourself when entering, keeping your footsteps light. Likewise, you kept quiet, anxiously waiting.

See your boyfriend was a bit inane, his behavior you had to accommodate for, but you loved him anyway. He had a routine, which you had to follow.

You tried to get him help, but the therapists had said he was on the brink of insanity and there was nothing they could do until he did snap. So you did everything in your power not to be that reason.

He loved you, obsessed over you, but you weren't an exception to his behavior. You didn't want to burden him either.

As you stood there, waiting, a head peaked out from the top of the stairs, his face darkened by the lack of light in the hallway, though you could see his smile.

"Hi there darling.~"