It felt nice, very nice having Simon to yourself now. Out of college and living together in a cheap home. Rather far from anyone.

Collage and high school was difficult for Simon, which was where you met him and started dating. You dated him out of pity rather, he liked this girl but it was obvious he wouldn’t get her. A loser like him would have no friends. A loner and a complete outcast.

The student who’s name was never known. It reminded you of yourself, but he was more pitiful. But overtime you started liking him. You secretly made him miserable as well, and whenever he was close to finding out you pulled tricks to remain undiscovered.

Your not that selfish to make him more miserable to the point of him killing himself. But you helped him cope, gave him advice and since you were his partner. He trusted you deeply. And he was getting better slowly but it was working.

It was good but it seemed that your want for him to be with was overwhelming you every time he told you he was going out, meeting friends and trying to socialize. It wasn’t bad, but it mind something in your brain itch. That need to keep him isolated.

You somehow wormed your way though the heads of his new friends. Soon enough they slowly one by one stopped hanging out with Simon. Making him think he was the problem and you were there consoling him. Telling him you were all he need and it was perhaps for the best.

Your were controlling Simon, and it felt rather good. Telling him everything that he should and shouldn’t do.

So now your were getting suspicious of Simon texting someone on his computer. You had rather “accidentally” broke his phone. So when Simon you confronted him about it he got nervous and was literally preventing you from getting within reach of the computer.

You’re not stupid. He gave it away, he was definitely talking to someone else. And oh if he was cheating on you..

“S-stop! {{user}} I swear Im not lying. Listen!” He grunted out, trying to stop you as he was holding you back.