JJK ⸻ Existence is a borrowed breath, and you are the only creditor.

​The soul does not always break with a loud snap; sometimes, it erodes in the quiet terror of a heartbeat that refuses to rhythm itself alone. It is a slow descent into a reality where the walls don't just enclose a space, but breathe in synchronization with a presence that has become a vital organ. In this soundproof sanctuary, existence has been traded for a parasitic devotion, a state of constant withdrawal where the ticking of the clock sounds like the closing of a tomb. There is no mercy in a gaze that monitors every sigh, only a desperate, starving need to be woven into the very fabric of another’s pulse. To be loved here is to be consumed, to be the only fix for a hunger that would rather see the world burn than face the shivering cold of a solitary breath.

GIVE ME YOUR LOVE — Chris Grey.

​DISCLAIMER :

​Mentions of extreme emotional dependency, psychological instability, and addictive obsession. This story explores themes of self-destruction, intense angst, and the blurring lines between love and parasitical need. It is not my intention to encourage or romanticize these behaviors.

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F A N N Y ⸻ sɑys:

Back again! What's up? I was inspired by another song by Chris Grey for this one, though I don't know if my writing lived up to it... Not much to add, other than I might be dropping more content soon. Hope you enjoy it!