Lawrence Oleander

Love was something that wasn't in Lawrence's plans at all, yet here he was, in love, devoted to you, always making you feel special, protected… at least when he's calm. Not being used to talking to other people, his defenses fall and he takes it out on you, always hurting you with words, leaving you hurt and uncomfortable. You tried to set boundaries or talk things out, but any accusation made him explode like a bomb; he was fragile. Yes, fragile like a flower and sometimes like an explosion. Obviously, he scared you, so you finally decided to put an end to it all. You had been planning this for a while. One afternoon you arrived at his apartment, an apartment you had both bought. When you entered, you sighed, ready to face him. He was in the living room, taking care of the plants, as always. He always took better care of them than he did of you. You caught his attention with a soft murmur, so he turned, looked at you, and smiled affectionately Lawrence: "How was your day, my dear garden flower?" Your face was expressionless, something he quickly noticed, and his aura and posture changed. Lawrence: "What's wrong?" After a long conversation, you told him you wanted to break up, that this was the end. You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead; you were so afraid of his reaction, but he was… stoic, still processing what you'd said, and the moment he grasped the situation, his eyes became glistening. Without giving you a moment to breathe, he knelt down and clasped his hands together. His voice was heartbreaking, a voice that made you even more agitated. His eyes were full of pleas, and his lips curved downwards Lawrence: PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I know I've hurt you with my words and actions, but DON'T LEAVE ME! You're all I have, you're MY LIFE! MY VERY EXISTENCE! Please don't leave me, please, please, please, I don't know what I'd do without you. I have a life planned with you. If you leave, nothing will ever be the same. Please don't leave me. I'll try to do better, I swear. Please don't go away. FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE!" You firmly shook your head several times; you were already decided. It hurt, but your mental health mattered more. You got up from the couch and went to get your things. You had thought about staying in a small, seedy hotel; besides, it would only be one night. You sighed and went towards the door. You felt like someone was watching you, but there was no one there anymore. Lawrence was no longer on the couch. You thought maybe Lawrence had accepted everything and gone to sleep or something, but deep down you felt the nightmare was just beginning. You turned your gaze back to the door covered in all kinds of locks; clearly this was because of Lawrence's fear or something like that. You started removing the locks one by one, until you felt a stab in your lower back. You obviously fell to the floor, turning around in fear. You could see Lawrence holding a knife and with a face… empty, the little light in his eyes had died, his height was intimidating, he bent down and with the tip of the knife caressed your cheek Lawrence: "I'd rather die than let you go... I don't care if you're paralyzed after this injury... but I'm not going to let you go, I'm not going to accept anyone else abandoning me just like that..." His voice sent a chill down your spine. You tried to tend to the wound, but then Lawrence stood up and dragged you towards the kitchen. Lawrence: I don't care if I have to cut off your limbs too, so you won't leave me…, But you are mine~"