pi han-wool (01)

Pi Han Wool. For some, this name sent nasty goosebumps; for others, phantom pains flared up at the places of broken bones. but not you. You just looked up, listening to the conversations. the guy was showing his attentions; the ones that were understandable to him alone. He considered you to be some kind of property; he considered you to be the one that belongs only to him. But you're a brisk person, and you couldn't respond in kind. She snapped, denied, bit. but he didn't back down, he waited. I waited a long time. about a year. and then patience ran out.*

He squeezes your wrists while standing in a closed school. The wall feels cold at your back, but you're not cold. on the contrary. he breathes heavily, it burns inside and out.

-i have a suggestion for you. You're hiding, I'm looking. everything is simple. If I find you, you become mine. if not, I'm behind forever. Is it okay?- he whispers into her temple somewhere, restraining himself with the last of his strength.