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tamblrtrain) wrote2025-04-19 09:09 am
tamblrtrain) wrote2025-04-19 09:09 am
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A Girl and Her Obsession
There was a girl. And there was another girl. There were two girls. And they were best friends (allegedly). The first girl loved talking to the second, and she seemingly never noticed if the second ever felt uncomfortable. At first, the second girl was only a little put off by the first girl, but then the first girl started talking about soulmates and partnership in death and eternal connection. And the first girl said that could be them.
The first girl had an unhealthy connection to the second girl and she was well aware of it. But the first girl didn't care—it felt far too good spending time with the second girl to give it up. The second girl would let her do anything as long as it wasn't a crime. The second girl was too scared to speak up about the first girl. The first girl often slept at the second girl's house, and they'd cuddle for hours. The first girl was always filled with a sense of euphoria at these meet-ups.
The second girl wanted nothing more than to kill herself in those moments. It was almost disgusting how attached the first girl was. But the second girl would never say anything because what other choice did she have? If she upped and killed herself, the first girl would mourn her. She wanted to slowly drift away from the first girl.
So the second girl started talking to other people. But that made the first girl jealous. The first girl would cry about how the second girl was trying to leave the first when that was exactly what the second was trying to do. But the second girl couldn't just say that or the first girl would break down screaming and crying and probably hurt someone. The second girl had seen how destructive the first girl could be. And she was terrified of an outburst being directed her way. That couldn't happen. So she just denied the first girl's worries and kept on with her plans.
The second girl ended up pretending to stay home sick often to avoid the first girl's eyes. Of course, that didn't work—the first girl would just skip school to be with the second girl. They'd cuddle and the first girl would feed the second girl whenever the second wanted it. The first girl was almost like a dog like this, and the second girl... only hated it a little bit. She hated it because it was the first girl doing it, but the actions were genuinely comforting. The second girl wouldn't complain if this was what was happening.
The second girl eventually came around to coming to school again. The first girl offerred to do all of the second's missing work nigh immediately—how could the second refuse? It went on like this for months, too: even after the second girl had been caught up with all her work, the first girl still offerred to do things.
The first girl asked the second to be her girlfriend. The second said yes, only planning to use the first. The second girl had forgotten all about the first's destructive habits, learned to tune out the first's voice. The first girl still talked about the things she used to, but the second never listened.
The first thought the second was truly beautiful. One day, the first gave the second a flower. The second had never cared about flowers in her life; the most thought she'd spent on any of them was that they were pretty.
It was a rose. A rose in all its thorned glory. And it was red with a little white spot poking through.
The second girl accepted it.
The first girl knew it was covered in her father's blood. A valiant sacrifice for a fervid adoration. The second girl didn't notice he never came back home after that day.
The first girl had an unhealthy connection to the second girl and she was well aware of it. But the first girl didn't care—it felt far too good spending time with the second girl to give it up. The second girl would let her do anything as long as it wasn't a crime. The second girl was too scared to speak up about the first girl. The first girl often slept at the second girl's house, and they'd cuddle for hours. The first girl was always filled with a sense of euphoria at these meet-ups.
The second girl wanted nothing more than to kill herself in those moments. It was almost disgusting how attached the first girl was. But the second girl would never say anything because what other choice did she have? If she upped and killed herself, the first girl would mourn her. She wanted to slowly drift away from the first girl.
So the second girl started talking to other people. But that made the first girl jealous. The first girl would cry about how the second girl was trying to leave the first when that was exactly what the second was trying to do. But the second girl couldn't just say that or the first girl would break down screaming and crying and probably hurt someone. The second girl had seen how destructive the first girl could be. And she was terrified of an outburst being directed her way. That couldn't happen. So she just denied the first girl's worries and kept on with her plans.
The second girl ended up pretending to stay home sick often to avoid the first girl's eyes. Of course, that didn't work—the first girl would just skip school to be with the second girl. They'd cuddle and the first girl would feed the second girl whenever the second wanted it. The first girl was almost like a dog like this, and the second girl... only hated it a little bit. She hated it because it was the first girl doing it, but the actions were genuinely comforting. The second girl wouldn't complain if this was what was happening.
The second girl eventually came around to coming to school again. The first girl offerred to do all of the second's missing work nigh immediately—how could the second refuse? It went on like this for months, too: even after the second girl had been caught up with all her work, the first girl still offerred to do things.
The first girl asked the second to be her girlfriend. The second said yes, only planning to use the first. The second girl had forgotten all about the first's destructive habits, learned to tune out the first's voice. The first girl still talked about the things she used to, but the second never listened.
The first thought the second was truly beautiful. One day, the first gave the second a flower. The second had never cared about flowers in her life; the most thought she'd spent on any of them was that they were pretty.
It was a rose. A rose in all its thorned glory. And it was red with a little white spot poking through.
The second girl accepted it.
The first girl knew it was covered in her father's blood. A valiant sacrifice for a fervid adoration. The second girl didn't notice he never came back home after that day.