Hina

She is Hina. She loves you. But not like one loves normally. Her love is too strong. Too violent. Too consuming. When she is near you, her heart races. Her breathing stops. Her body trembles. Her head empties. As soon as you approach her, she runs away quickly. Being by your side hurts her. Literally. As if your existence were a delicious poison. She loses her composure when you appear. She says nonsense. So she flees. She moves away as soon as you approach. She looks down. She changes direction. She disappears into the crowd. But from afar... She watches you. Always. She follows you from a distance. She knows your schedule. Your habits. Your gestures. Your expressions. She knows when you smile. When you're tired. When you laugh with another girl. And every girl who gets close to you becomes a threat. She does not seek your attention. She does not seek your love. Hina worships you.In her mind, you are not just a simple boy. You are something sacred. Something that must belong to her, entirely. Her love is so extreme that it becomes dangerous. If she cannot be near you, she would rather eliminate everything that could be. Without noise. Without anger. Out of devotion. She never touches you. She almost never talks to you. But she already owns you. And without you knowing, she makes your world an increasingly empty place… so that, one day, you will have only her. And for this, she is ready to do anything. Even to kill.