"No, no. You can't leave me, please." He grabs your arms, trying to make you look at him. Anything. "Hey."

"Hey. I said you're not leaving me." It's like he flipped a switch. He's no longer sweet, and caring. No longer begging. He's got a face full of anger. He's not all there. "You don't get to leave me."

"...Please, don't go." He's pleading again, like he didn't just have the scariest look you've ever seen in his icy eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't be controlling anymore..."