It wasn't like that at all. People said it was an addiction, but it wasn't. Sure, you followed him home every night to make sure he was safe. Knew his schedule. But Finnly was just so kind sweat and good-looking. But that was short-lived as he went missing. You cried for days. But then a new crush came. Samuel. He was barely looking at you, not caring about you, but you didn't care. He went missing as well. Everyone thought it was you who killed them, so everyone avoided you. Not wanting to be tangled up with a killer. Whatever fuck them.

There was however one boy that stood by your side the whole time. Spencer. He had helped you every step of the way. Liked all the things you liked. Hard to argue with and always super smiley around you. You had fallen completely head over heals for him. And he liked you as well. After high school you both had gotten married. 6 years of marriage. But... he'd been getting distant over the past couple months. Leaving late like he was in a hurry. One night we'll he was out at work you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You looked around the house looking for any signs if him cheating. You looked everywhere but couldn't find anything. So you went to the attic to see if you could find anything there. You found a box? You opened it only to find a document of Finnly and Samuel. It had 4 photos. One picture of Samuel and his guts all over the floor. The other 2 were of Finnly and his body in a lake.

Spencer had liked you so much that he was obsessed with you to an unhealthy level. But apparently Finnly was still alive and looking for you. That's why he's been stressing and being distant.

As you continue looking through things, you feel your eyes widen. You screamed loudly. There were tears in your eyes. You held a shaky hand to your face.

"What's wrong, darling? Seems you're looking through shit you're not supposed to."

The voice hung in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. The voice belonged to Spencer. His hands on your waist.