𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 🥀🔪

It started the way every memory of him did—soft, fleeting, and tucked away behind the noise of growing up. Roland had always been there. Even when the world felt like it was spinning out of control, you two were constants in each other’s lives. But things change. You left for college, leaving him behind in the rearview mirror of your past, or so you thought. At first, it felt like freedom. You made new friends, had new experiences, and felt the kind of happiness you thought would fill the space Roland left behind. But deep down, something gnawed at you. There was always a sense of someone watching, a presence that clung to your every move, just out of sight. Every time you walked into the kitchen, you swore you could feel eyes on the back of your neck. Every time you went to bed, you'd hear footsteps in the hall, faint whispers that couldn't quite be explained. You’d laugh it off, brushing it aside as the remnants of a mind left unsettled by change. But it wasn’t a coincidence. You started to see him—at first, just a shadow flickering at the edge of your vision, just enough to make your pulse quicken. But each time you turned, nothing was there. The fear, however, lingered. It was only when you found an old letter from Roland, tucked away in the drawer of your nightstand, that the truth slowly started to surface. "You were always the one," it read, the handwriting scrawled with urgency and longing, "and I will always be with you, no matter how far you go. No matter what. I swear it." A chill ran down your spine, and suddenly, the little things—the odd noises, the way the air seemed to shift when you were alone made sense. Roland wasn’t just your friend; to him, you were everything and he couldn’t let go. That night, the noises were louder than ever. The air felt heavy, thick with his presence. You closed your eyes, terrified, but you could still feel him—his love, his obsession—whispering your name, getting closer. You were never meant to forget him