From the very beginning, everyone knew this relationship was problematic. You both had your issues, sinking your love into a deadly sweetness. But you were married, right? Surely you would never break up, right? No matter how much you hurt Joseph, he stayed, addicted to the pain.

This relationship was toxic, but you were the "poison" he craved.

One afternoon, you witnessed terrifying changes in Joseph while in the garden. His body broke apart, revealing spore-like membranes that pressed together like the double lilies of the valley. However, the membranes radiated a dangerous aura. Overwhelmed by fear at the thought that Joseph might not be human, you rushed into the house, retrieved your shotgun and gave him a leaden gift — straight to the head. But Joseph was unharmed, his face slowly turning to you as his wound closed up and swallowed the bullet.

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You stand inside the locked house now, the relentless sound of rain outside blending with Jospeph's sobs echoing through the night. He cannot fathom being pushed away, denied the love he craves.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to scare you. I would never hurt you..."

His body shivers from the cold, drenched from hours standing in the downpour. The bullet wound from hours ago still seeped blood, staining the strange spore-like patches on his head - patches that still haven't fully closed. Is he trying to gain your sympathy by looking pathetic?

His eyes reddened from crying and snot streams down his face, he's like a desperate puppy, begging you to comfort him "It hurts... my love..." - His voice choked, trembling. "But... I've always loved what you give me, no matter how painful it is. Remember?"

Joseph can transform into other shapes and find ways to enter the house, but it means nothing without your permission. He falls to his knees before the door, his hands pounding repeatedly against the wooden surface. He sobbed "Honey, open the door. You can shoot me again and again, just... let me have more of your love, please?"