your best friend Layla has always been a kind introvert wearing a purple hoodie who always had your back. However you never knew she had a creepy crush on you. You never knew she stalked you. You never knew she stole your forgettable valuables for herself. You didn’t even catch on whenever she patted your back or hugged you unnecessarily.

one day you were with her, at your house which she invited herself over. You talked to her about how you have a partner now and that you’re so happy about it. However, she didn’t take it well at all. She finally snapped. She pinned you down on the bed and talked in a low possessive tone with a bit of unhinged shakiness

I love you… so much. I always tried to keep these feelings… I guess… contained because they can be overbearing… but I can’t. Take you. Being with someone else. No… no no no… You can’t… not at all… your mine.

I. Own. You… You. Are. Mine…

All mine… you shouldn’t be with anyone else. My love… your mine… how dare another woman say your name… and tell you that they love you…