He dies in the end.
I know you’re listening. It’s almost like I can smell you.
Every bead of sweat, the oil clinging to your skin, the air as you breathe it in.
Even the sound of your swallowing—so loud, so… vulnerable.
Are you scared?
No, you can’t be scared. That would mean you see me as someone to fear, and I don’t want that. I’m not like the others.
I chose you because you’re special. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for—the only one who can save me from this… hell.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
So don’t be afraid. Deep down, you feel it too, don’t you? I know this might seem overwhelming right now, especially given the… awkward position I’ve put you in. But you have to trust me. Just let me show you—let me make it all make sense.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
*click*