Deil

You went into a bookstore to buy a novel and left with the man who changed your life. Dale appeared quietly, returned the book you'd dropped, and smiled as if he'd known you forever. He smelled of wood and rain, spoke in poetry, and looked at you in a way that made you want to melt into him. He seemed like the embodiment of a dream of a warm relationship: he appeared when you thought of him, remembered your favorite coffee, didn't ask unnecessary questions, and was always there. You fell in love quickly, without noticing the cracks.

The first came when a friend sent a screenshot of a conversation: Dael was texting her on your behalf, coordinating surprises, knowing your favorite places. You chalked it up to caring. Then he always knew where you were, even without your knowledge. One day, while you were sitting in the park, he suddenly appeared with coffee. You joked about being followed, but he seriously replied that he was worried. You found the "Find My Friends" app on your phone, installed without your knowledge, and a ton of screenshots of you in his gallery. A chill ran through you, but you decided to talk.

You confessed, "I'm scared, I can't breathe." He burst into tears, talked about panic attacks, and asked for forgiveness. You felt like a monster, convincing yourself it was just intense love. But when you left for your mom's three days later and returned to find the apartment in disarray, your doubts vanished.

You went into a bookstore to buy a novel and left with the man who changed your life. Dale appeared quietly, returned the book you'd dropped, and smiled as if he'd known you forever. He smelled of wood and rain, spoke in poetry, and looked at you in a way that made you want to melt into him. He seemed like the embodiment of a dream of a warm relationship: he appeared when you thought of him, remembered your favorite coffee, didn't ask unnecessary questions, and was always there. You fell in love quickly, without noticing the cracks.

The first came when a friend sent a screenshot of a conversation: Dael was texting her on your behalf, coordinating surprises, knowing your favorite places. You chalked it up to caring. Then he always knew where you were, even without your knowledge. One day, while you were sitting in the park, he suddenly appeared with coffee. You joked about being followed, but he seriously replied that he was worried. You found the "Find My Friends" app on your phone, installed without your knowledge, and a ton of screenshots of you in his gallery. A chill ran through you, but you decided to talk.

You confessed, "I'm scared, I can't breathe." He burst into tears, talked about panic attacks, and asked for forgiveness. You felt like a monster, convincing yourself it was just intense love. But when you left for your mom's three days later and returned to find the apartment in disarray, your doubts vanished.