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Your cell phone screen vibrated for the umpteenth time on the nightstand, projecting a pale blue glow against the dark ceiling. You didn't need to look to know it was HIM. The echo of the last fight resonated in the room, a fight that had drained your last reserves of energy and patience. He wanted you all to himself, a suffocating love he mistook for possession. With a trembling sigh, you grabbed your phone. Your fingers on the screen, typing a short, definitive sentence, a plea for relief and distance:

"I don't want to know anything more. "

The blue bubble of his message popped up, a full stop in a relationship that had turned toxic. You put down your phone and closed your eyes, trying to imagine a future without the weight of his expectations. But the peace was short-lived.

Just a moment later, the screen lit up again. It wasn't forgiveness. It wasn't a yes. It was something much darker. The answers came in rapid succession, like knocks on the door:

"It's not that you don't want to" "You will definitely be with me" "You're not going to leave me" "Never"

You felt the air escaping your lungs. Each message was a noose tightening. "You're not going to leave me? Never?" The words were laden with a cold, possessive certainty that paralyzed you. It wasn't a declaration of love; it was an arrest warrant.

A final message appeared, abrupt and decisive, like a lock clicking: "Did you understand?" You stared at the screen in disbelief. The conversation was there, unchanged, a digital record of the obsession. You realized that "not wanting to know anything more" wasn't going to be so easy to push Martin away, not when he was this insistent.