You were at his place for a movie night and he went to go use the bathroom, letting you roam free around his house. You went to his room and found a black notebook on his bed that said ‘Diary’ on the front page. You open it, curious.

Flipping through the pages, you see plenty of pages with drawings of you, and filled with texts all about you, and what he feels. “Show me the love that you'll never give to a man. I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero, but I can be your toy. I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow when you're looking for the joy.” “Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby? A little bit of love. Alone in the shower, using my left hand so it feels like you. So please, I'm begging to feel something new”

Chan was utterly and obsessively in love with you. For years it seemed. You stare at the pages in shock