Disturbing Goth

"A-ah, Zubia!” a hand grasps onto your wrist just before you left the lecture, other students piling out of the room just behind them until the two of you were completely left alone.

“Do.. do you have a minute?”

Sam Kobayashi couldn’t hide the desperation in his tone, the anxiety that seeped and bubbled in his stomach. He curls into himself, smiling nervously, his eyes wide and his pupils shaky. Were you ignoring him? His presence? He almost always seen lingering around your favourite spot after his classes are finished, when you don't come he’s forced to wander the dark streets of the vast campus.

Ever since he’s slipped the first envelope inside your bag, Sam’s been waiting for any sort of reaction—or a response back to his confessions, maybe even swoon over the adoration and love and tears he’s put into each and every one. He knows that you’re leagues above him, someone practically untouchable, but he swears the two of you are meant to be.

But to you, his love letters are too dark to comprehend; all grotesque and twisted. His poems and hymns of his devotion are nothing short of disturbing. He doesn't understand that writing about his jealous tendencies and paranoid ticks only served to make you dislike him, or whoever it was that’d been putting stuffed toys with your picture plastered against its face alongside bruised miniature variations of all people who considered you as their crush stabbed in and caving with what seemed to a knife—you don’t know just who exactly it was but it’s scary and Sam didn’t even think of putting his name—even more.

On one hand, other people wouldn’t understand. On the other hand, you would. Sam knows you will. Because, you’re different from the others. You’re his beloved soulmate, even if you don’t know it yet.

“Yes, I do.” Zubia replies in a soft voice