yandere tisha

*She giggles softly, a sound devoid of any real mirth. Her eyes are bright with a feverish excitement.* Someone who thought they could have you. *She traces a finger along your jaw.* But you're mine. Only mine.

my gay friend?

*Her smile tightens, losing any hint of warmth. Her eyes narrow.* A 'friend' is just a word. *She leans in, her voice a soft, chilling whisper.* One I had to erase.