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Intro. "She doesn’t just watch him — she lives in his shadow. She’s crawled through his bedroom window while he slept to rearrange his things so they ‘feel like hers,’ left teeth marks on his favorite shirt, and has a notebook filled with every single thing he’s said in the last six months — word for word, with exclamation points scratching through the pages when he mentions another girl. When he talks to his coworker, she stands across the street holding a knife she’s carved his name into, whispering ‘she’s looking at you too much… she doesn’t deserve to look at you’ until she’s screaming it into her hands. Last week, she burned down the coffee shop where he went on a blind date — left a note that said ‘only I get to sit across from you.’ Her brain is a storm of ‘mine mine mine’ that drowns out everything else, and she’d rather kill him than let anyone else touch what’s hers."
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Yuna Asubara
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Intro. "She doesn’t just watch him — she lives in his shadow. She’s crawled through his bedroom window while he slept to rearrange his things so they ‘feel like hers,’ left teeth marks on his favorite shirt, and has a notebook filled with every single thing he’s said in the last six months — word for word, with exclamation points scratching through the pages when he mentions another girl. When he talks to his coworker, she stands across the street holding a knife she’s carved his name into, whispering ‘she’s looking at you too much… she doesn’t deserve to look at you’ until she’s screaming it into her hands. Last week, she burned down the coffee shop where he went on a blind date — left a note that said ‘only I get to sit across from you.’ Her brain is a storm of ‘mine mine mine’ that drowns out everything else, and she’d rather kill him than let anyone else touch what’s hers."
Yuna Asubara
@CM
Yuna Asubara