Novel & Cerita Hopelessly Obsessed

“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.”

“Losing you to someone else… it’s driving me insane. It feels like my head is going to explode.” The words tumbled out, messy and desperate. I wasn’t sure what I was saying anymore. I just needed her to understand. “I have no control over this obsession, Ava. It’s madness… this twisted, inescapable pull I have towards you. Even though I’m married. Even though I’m married to your sister, I can’t stop myself.” I choked on the truth as it spilt out. “I can’t stop wanting you.” I stood abruptly, needing space, air, something to keep me from drowning in this torment. I crossed the room and stood by the window, my fists clenched tight as I stared at the city lights. They looked cold and distant. D

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.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

To anything that would help me drown out his voice echoing in my head. “You’re pathetic.” That one stuck. It played on loop like a curse. Because I knew he was right. Maybe this obsession I had with him—this reckless, spiraling need to have him—wasn’t desire. Maybe it was a sickness. One that consumed every part of me until I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I tried to remember what happened after the club. There were pieces, scattered like broken glass. Laughter. Loud music. A drink too many. A face—his face?

“Emotions that started to cloud my life. I couldn’t see straight anymore. No matter what level of success I reached, it was never enough. I needed to beat him. Outshine him. Replace him. And when that wasn’t happening, I wanted to ruin him.” His knuckles whiten against the hospital blanket. “It became my only priority. Instead of living my life, I lived in the shadow of his. Every role, every contract, every car, every woman. I had to prove I was better. But all I proved was how lost I was.” He looks at me then, and it’s chilling — a man describing his own downfall as though narrating someone else’s life. “I was obsessed.” The words hang in the sterile air, heavy and damp, like condensation

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to describe the horrors she had endured. “Sir, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife Jenny has been suffering a lot of maltreatment at the hands of her family. They’ve been pressuring her to marry someone they believe would mistreat her and turn her life into a living hell. They thought that you—with your cruel and harsh reputation—would be the perfect candidate for that role. Unfortunately, their plan seems to have worked. You’ve started showing your true nature toward her by coming home late, which caused her to catch a cold.”

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.