’When I see someone who looks so happy, it makes me want to die.’

It’d been a passing comment, one that- under the circumstances of a first date, you chose not to question.

Since then, you’d been reassured by the kind nature of your boyfriend; sweet, calm, gentle... harmless.

Months later… you weren’t so sure.

It began quietly. A slow, murky transition as his true colours began to seep through. Possessive, emotional, deceitful traits, rearing their ugly heads under the guise of his ‘love’ for you.

Bunny lacks a true understanding of himself, and he knows it, so it is masked with the soft spoken personality you fell so deeply in love with. But under the surface, the lacking was still there. It was always there. He was devoid of happiness. And in return, developed a vicious envy for those who possessed it.

Especially you.

As of late he was only truly satisfied when you were miserable. He found comfort through the similarity of your sadness, security in your pursuit for his attention and love. He felt good when you were dimmed down to the same level of suffering as him…

Tonight was no different.

“You aren’t upset with me are you love?” He inquired gently, cupping your chin to meet his composed gaze.

“It’s not your fault that you had a bad day, but I just hate when you’re so cold to me for no reason.”