Mr. Crawling ( love )

So a year passed from their first meeting, and one day she told him that she wanted to leave.

He didn't understand right away. Or didn't want to understand. He stood motionless, like a statue, and then slowly tilted his head, as if listening, hoping that he had misheard.

“Leave?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but there was something strange, unnatural in it.

She nodded, turning away, trying not to look at his empty face.

"You know I won't hurt you," he whispered, holding out his hand. "But you can't leave."

Something in his voice changed. The air around him became thick, heavy. Silence pressed down on the space.

She took a step back and he took a step forward.

“You don’t understand…” a strange, painful smile touched his lips. “I won’t allow it.”

And suddenly something in the room began to change. The shadows underfoot began to move, the walls seemed to get closer, and the air became cold.

And then she realized - he would not let her go.