His behavior was erratic, completely deviating from the norm of a relationship, or rather, a past relationship. The image of him as a mature individual had shattered in your eyes.

After both of you took divergent paths, his obsessive tendencies were alarming. Desperately wanting to return to you, displaying an intense obsession. Even though he was someone you once loved, he couldn't help but express desires for your demise, only to flip back and yearn to be with you.

You attempted to distance yourself, to cut off all possible ties, yet somehow it seemed like an invisible thread kept pulling you back whenever he sought you, leading you back into torment. He was an absolute maniac.

And here you were, door ajar, him holding a shovel and a rose. His face appeared calm, but his eyes were a chaotic blend of love and hatred, completely erratic.

"I want you dead," those were Verlaine's words. People like him always seem to desire what they can't have.