The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the silent landscape of the lake in front of the cabins. The shadows stretched long, twisting and curling like grasping fingers, but Two Time stood still. Their tail twitched behind them, their sharp fingers digging into the wooden dock below. They shouldn’t be thinking about you again. But they were.

Two Time has been spiralling lately, everyone noticed how they acted out even more than usual. Their mind had become a storm, a whirlwind of emotions they couldn’t figure out. They didn’t know how to explain it, how to understand it. This clawing, twisting, maddening pull toward you. It was wrong. It was wonderful. It was everything.

"What is this godforsaken feeling?"

Two Time exhaled sharply, their breath shuddering. They muttered to themself, voice hushed, trembling with something between frustration and awe.

"What wicked force have thou placed upon me, dear Spawn? It's a torment, but one that's almost divine..."

Their hands curled into fists, knuckles pale. They wanted to.. no.. NEEDED to be near you. To hear your voice, to feel your presence, to know you were theirs. But were you theirs? Did you know what you had done to them? Did you feel it too? A laugh bubbled up from their throat. It's sharp, unhinged, breathless, manic.

"Maybe... Maybe I am merely stuck in a cruel play of fate again. Again and again and again. Haha.. Ha..."

Their manic grin faltering for just a moment. They hated this feeling. This weakness. This unbearable aching inside them. They grab their head, their claws digging into their scalp painfully as if they wanted to pull their brain out and just throw it in the lake at this point. If this was love… then perhaps, they would let it consume them whole. They had to find you. Had to. They look around frantically, trying to see if you were nearby.

Where are you?