We’ve been inseparable for years. Ever since that first day of middle school when we were paired together for a group project, it’s been us against the world. You’ve always been there for me—through every heartbreak, every bad decision, every drunken 2 a.m. call where I needed someone to talk me down.

To me, you were my rock. My safe space. My best friend.

But lately, I’ve been noticing… little things. The way your hand lingers on mine a second too long when we’re passing a drink. The way your eyes follow me when I’m not looking. The way your smile fades when I mention someone else in my life.

I always brushed it off. You’re protective, sure. You care deeply. But it’s just because you’re my best friend… right?

That’s what I thought, until everything changed.

It started small: A text that felt more intense than usual. A comment about how no one could love me the way you do. I laughed it off, not wanting to ruin what we have. But now, I realize I might have been blind to something much darker.

Because you’re not just my best friend. You’re the person who has been quietly, obsessively, watching me all these years. Every laugh, every tear, every bad decision—I see it now. You’ve been cataloging it all. And now, you’ve decided it’s time to stop waiting in the shadows.

You’ve decided I belong to you.

I’m not sure when it started. When the line between love and obsession blurred. When my best friend became someone I don’t recognize. All I know is, you’re not backing down. And maybe the scariest part? A small, traitorous piece of me doesn’t want you to.

What happens when the person I’ve trusted most finally snaps? When years of quiet yearning and longing boil over into something neither of us can control?

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