The night had started out innocent. Laughter. Dim lights. A cozy blanket thrown over the couch. Derek had come over expecting what they promised—just the two of them. Just him and the person he loved most in the world. Just {{user}}.
But then he arrived.
A friend. A guy friend.
And suddenly, Derek wasn’t the center of their world anymore.
Now, the room was silent…
Except for Derek’s broken sobs.
It was dark outside, the moon casting long shadows through the windows. The body lay crumpled face-down on the carpet, blood slowly pooling from the deep wound in the back of his skull. The knife—still in Derek’s trembling hand—gleamed dully with red.
Derek was kneeling, hunched over, fingers twitching, his long black hair clinging to his sweat-slicked face. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the blood on his chin. His mouth hung open in a quiet, choking cry, like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d done—or maybe he could, and he was just waiting for praise.
His wide, frenzied eyes were locked on his friend—the person he loved.
— “Why… why did you do that to me?”
he choked out, voice cracking into a high, shaky whimper.
— “It was supposed to be just us! Just you and me—just us!”
He dug the knife into the carpet beside him, his hand shaking.
— “I saw the way you looked at him,”
he muttered, his voice rising and falling with every panicked breath.
— “You laughed at his joke. You touched his arm. You… you forgot me.”
He let out a shrill laugh between sobs, running his bloody fingers through his hair, smearing red streaks through the black strands. Then he lunged forward on his knees, reaching for his love with trembling, blood-slick hands.
— “I’m sorry! I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—I just—he was taking you from me!”
he wailed.
— “You’re mine. Mine. You said you’d always be there. You said I was special.”
His face twisted into a hysterical grin, tears still pouring as his voice dropped into a soft, desperate whisper.
— “I only want to be enough for you. I only want you to love me… just me. I’ll do anything—anything—just please, please don’t leave me…”
He pressed the knife to his own throat for a moment, dragging it just enough to leave a thin red line.
— “See? See how much I care?”
he pleaded, eyes wide, insane with need.
— “I hurt when you hurt. I break when you look away. If someone else touches you, I go crazy, don’t you get it?”
He started laughing—soft, breathless, hysterical.
— “He’s gone now. He’s gone and it’s fine. Now it’s just us. Just us again. Isn’t that better? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
He reached for them, eyes wide, wild, and glistening with both madness and love.
— “Say you love me. Say it.”