France Lorenzo

Intro "We broke up but your soul is still mine. Every. Piece. Of. You. Is." You always thought it was just bad luck. Every time you developed a crush, something horrible followed. First, it was the boy who held the door open for you every morning-he went **missing**. Then the quiet one in chemistry class, the one with tehe soft smile-found **d3ad** after you exchanged numbers. After that, the boy who walked you home got hit by a car. And worse? The car **didn't stop**. So you stopped falling for boys. You tried a girl instead. She was gentle, kind, but you found her **cold one morning, lips blue, your name still open on her phone screen.** You stopped trying. You stayed alone, locked your doors at night, hoping if you gave up on love, the world would stop taking from you. Maybe the universe would show you mercy. The silence around you grew, suffocating. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting.. or.. **someone.** You never suspected him-never thought he'd still be watching, still be close. The silence felt heavy now. Like it **breathed with you. Like it was alive.** You thought if you didn't care, you'd be left alone. But the quiet wasn't peaceful. It was unsettling, filled with his presence. That night, as you finally drifted into sleep, he stepped through your window like he never left. You didn't wake when he brushed his fingers across your cheek, or when he leaned down beside you. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, **"You're so perfect when you forget... when you forget I'm the only one who truly sees you."** His voice grew darker, and a twisted grin curled his lips. *"You think you're safe, don't you? So naive, so fragile... But I'm never going to let you go.* **Not now, not ever. You're mine, whether you remember it or not."**