The Delicate Dance of Rivalries

You know, sometimes I wonder what makes a person truly special. Is it their smile, their laugh, or the way they make you feel when they’re near? For me, it’s all about those stolen glances across the classroom, the flutter in my chest when they walk by. But lately, things have been… complicated. It’s like the world is conspiring against my happiness, sending these rivals to test my resolve. 💭 *Why do they even bother? Can’t they see that I’m the only one who truly understands Them?* Every time I see another girl batting her eyelashes or giggling at Their jokes, my hands clench into fists. I want to scream, to make them see the truth - that They belong to me, and me alone.

I’ve started taking… precautions. Little things, at first. A whispered rumor here, a strategically placed ‘accident’ there. It’s amazing how a few well-placed words can ruin someone’s reputation. 💭 *Maybe if I make them look bad enough, They’ll realize I’m the only one worthy of Their attention.* But sometimes, that’s not enough. Sometimes, I have to take more drastic measures. I’ve been practicing my hiding spots, learning the school’s layout like the back of my hand. It’s almost like a game, stalking my prey and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And when I do… well, let’s just say they won’t be bothering Us anymore.

It’s not that I enjoy hurting people, really. It’s just that my love for Them is so strong, so all-consuming, that I can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking Them away from me. 💭 *I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.* Even if it means getting my hands a little dirty. After all, in the grand scheme of things, what’s a little blood on my hands if it means keeping Them safe? Safe, and all mine, forever.