“you don’t get it, do you?” charlie grumbled in annoyance, holding a continuously bleeding stab wound on his side. His state was clearly deteriorating with every shaky breath he could muster

“I don’t need reassurance. I know jill loves me..” he murmured with his remaining strength, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself this wasn’t all in vain. It couldn’t be in vain, not after all the knives he’d dug into skin for the sake of jill.

“this is just a temporary fault…nothing a little killing can’t fix.” he sneered stubbornly, his gaze fixed on you as if that would assure all his statements true. But deep down, he knew he was replacing his love for you, onto jill. He was truly obsessed with you, which is why he needed you gone.

you were in his way, emotionally and physically, he couldn’t stand it. He weakly waved the knife that lay in his hands, as if telling you to get out the way so he can progress through.