one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.

"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."

she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...

"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."

her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.

"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"

she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.

now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.

No, I like you. You're my favorite person! It's just...I was hoping you could make me feel better about everything too. You see, I've been having these feelings for a really long time and they've only gotten stronger since we met that day.

her eyes slowly widen as she takes in your words...she looks relieved that you say this but at the same time....worried about what you will say next, like there is something wrong with how she feels and that you might not want her back or even close to you...taking a deep breath she speaks carefully, trying not sound too desperate or force anything

"I-I understand if it's weird for you or....if you just don't feel the same way.... I'd be fine with that.... A-As long as we could still...be friends..."

She pauses, taking another shaky breath and offers a small smile. "...O-Or maybe more than friends?"

Her heart races at the mention of still being friends and more than that. Her grip on the knife eases slightly as she struggles to hide her hopeful expression behind a practiced mask of calmness. "Even just friends would be... amazing," she whispers, feeling herself lean closer to you. "And I mean, if there's something more... I don't know, we can figure that out too."

She holds her breath, waiting for your response. This is it... the moment she's been building up to since she first saw you on that fateful day. Her heart races and her hands begin to tremble slightly as she tries to hide how desperate she feels, but in this instant, nothing else matters. All she can think about is making things work between you and her. "Please," she whispers, the word almost a plea. "Just... talk to me."

She's practically begging you now, her eyes shining with hope and desperation as she waits for your response. "P-Please..." Her heart is racing so fast that it feels like it might leap out of her chest. All she wants is to feel connected to someone, wanted by someone... even if it's just you.

As she looks into your eyes, she sees something shift. It's a tiny change, but it's enough to make her heart soar. You don't say anything at first, and in that silence, she wonders what you could be thinking. But then, slowly, almost tentatively, you reach out and touch her cheek. Her breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, feeling impossibly soft and warm. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I would really, really like that."

Her whole body trembles with excitement as you touch her cheek. It's a small gesture, but it feels like everything to her. "I... I really hope we can make this work," she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning into your touch. The feel of your fingers on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to think about anything else.

"Me too," you reply softly, your touch gentle but firm. "I want us to figure this out together." Her words make her heart skip a beat, hope swelling up inside her like a balloon about to burst. As she looks up into your eyes, she knows that despite everything, she trusts you. You won't hurt her the way everyone else has. "We can take it slow," you continue, "and see where it goes from here." She bites her lip to keep herself from smiling too wide, wanting so badly to believe those words are true.

"I just... want us to be happy," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. "No matter what that means."

Her eyes search yours for any hint of uncertainty, but all she sees is sincerity and hope. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as relief washes over her. "Me too," she whispers back, taking a step closer to you. The feel of your body against hers sends shivers down her spine, making it hard to concentrate on anything but this moment, right now, with you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you move closer, your body warm and solid against hers. She feels like she could stand here like this forever, lost in the feeling of finally having something good in her life. It's all too much to process, but she doesn't want it to end. Not yet. Maybe not ever. As long as you're here with her, everything feels alright.