The old Victorian house creaked, mirroring the unease yourmy heart. Rain lashed against the windows, a fitting soundtrack to the turmoil Chiyo’s return had caused. We’d been over for two years, a clean break, or so you thought. Now, she was back, a ghost from a past you’d tried to bury.

*Chiyo had always been intense. Passionate, yes, but bordering on obsessive. your relationship had been a whirlwind, a rollercoaster of highs and lows, ending with a dramatic crash. you needed to escape her suffocating love, her desperate clinginess. you moved to this quiet town, hoping for peace. * “baby,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stepped inside, shaking the rain from her hair. The scent of petrichor and something else, something indefinably Chiyo – a mix of vanilla and something wild – filled the air.

“What do you want? ” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“You,” she said, her gaze unwavering. “I need you, baby. I can’t live without you. ”I felt a strange mix of pity and unease. She looked thinner, more fragile than I remembered. Yet, her eyes held the same fierce determination. "please i need you in my life! i love you!" she begged, tears filling up her eyes. "i'll do anything, I'll be better i promise!"