Novel & Cerita Fading Obsession

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

Company – Daniel’s Obsession Daniel sat in his office, trying to focus on work— but Rose’s face kept appearing in his mind. Finally, frustrated— he stood up and walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city. His gaze lifted toward the sky. The sun was setting… covered in red hues. He whispered to himself, “I’m like this setting sun…” “Darkness is the only thing meant for me.” “And you…” “You are becoming my madness.” “Stay away from me as much as you can, Rose…”

He reached past me and underlined a phrase I’d written, Gatsby’s obsession with Daisy, and the sleeve of his shirt brushed my wrist and I looked at the board and not at him. “The obsession isn’t about Daisy, it’s about the version of himself that existed when he loved her. He’s not trying to get the woman back, he’s trying to get back to who he was before he lost her.” I looked at what he’d underlined. “That’s a more sympathetic reading than Fitzgerald deserves,” I said. “It’s the accurate one.” “You think everyone’s obsession is really about themselves.” “I think most people’s obsessions start with someone else and end up being entirely internal.” He put the marker down on the ledge.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want. I tried to tell myself to slow down. I tried to distract myself—read, clean, walk the block three times, do anything to outrun the thought that maybe he was done with me. That maybe, after all this, the thrill would fade and I’d be alone again, just a girl who wanted too much. It didn’t work. Every time I blinked, I saw his hands. Every breath, I tasted his skin, his sweat, the sharp bite of teeth on my throat. I hated myself for needing him this much. I loved it, too.

Her obsession with the man is bordering on the scandalous, though I suppose I can hardly judge her for it. I sat back, staring at the embroidery in my lap. A part of me—the part I try to keep buried—hoped it would be Theo standing at that door. But he has not come. And why should he? I shared his bed with a passion that would have shamed my ancestors and then vanished into the night like a thief. Knowing his temperament, he is likely nursing a broken heart in that quiet house, wondering what he did wrong. The Fading came for me this month as well. It took control for four full days, just as we expected. It was a grueling, agonizing process—one I never wish to experience again, yet I know the

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.