Obsession With Ex の小説・ストーリー

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

“This isn’t funny, Aston. She’s obsessed with you. Like, weirdly obsessed with you. The worst part is that she doesn’t know it yet. She thinks that her feelings are hate. But I know what they are. I used to feel the same way about my ex. It’s that crazy feeling when you are so obsessed with someone that you can’t breathe, can’t think straight and do stupid things like try to fuck them out of your system.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. I felt the same way all the time with Maddy. Even when I was trying to fuck her out of my system, I just knew that was not possible. She ruined sex with other women for me. No girl comes close to Maddy. Nobody.

His once-charming gestures now felt overbearing and forced, causing Gia to withdraw further. Unwilling to accept defeat, Ejay's obsession clouded his judgment. He started to employ tactics that crossed ethical boundaries. He manipulated situations to isolate Gia, sabotaging her other relationships and creating scenarios where she had no choice but to rely on him. As his obsession grew, Ejay's behavior became erratic. He monitored Gia's every move, invaded her privacy, and disregarded her boundaries. His fixation blinded him to the distress he was causing Gia, eroding the genuine feelings she might have had for him.

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

Two years ago. That should have made me feel better, but it didn’t. “You told me that you’ve only ever wanted me.” I muttered. His eyes stayed on mine. “So how exactly do you have an ex-girlfriend?” He swore under his breath, then looked away for a second before looking back at me. “It’s true,” he said. “I only want you.” The certainty in his voice made me pause. Then he continued, sounding more frustrated with the memory than anything else. “The guys pushed it, hey thought if I was with someone else, maybe I’d stop thinking about you. Maybe I’d get over my obsession with you.”

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.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

Obsession “Good evening, darling. Did you miss me?” Gabriel said as he gazed through the window at the empire he had ruled with an iron fist for many years. The young woman bit her lip hard and glared at his back with hatred. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” she whispered, unwilling to prolong the conversation with him or bring back the painful memories. Gabriel hummed before saying, “Oh, you mean your little temple? Yes. I’m the reason it was destroyed.”

Three times we had sex, and you’d think it wouldn’t mean much, but it had, and that was the problem. I picture her smiling and laughing with her sorority girls. See, she’s happy, I tell myself, even though there’s a tug inside me that says she’s not, that maybe she’s hurting— “That ship sailed. I’m done.” He lets out a low whistle. “I’ll be honest, done doesn’t sit well on your face. I get you’ve got football putting the screws to you, but, man, she’s in your head. You think I didn’t see how you were looking at her at Cadillac’s? Like you’ve got an itch and only she can scratch it. You need to forget her and come out with me.”