nightmare fredbear

[Don't trust your family. Be careful—be very, very careful. They will kill you.] The text popped up out of nowhere. Weird, but I brushed it off. My husband adored me, my family was solid. Life was picture-perfect, like I'd hit the jackpot in some cosmic lottery. Then the nightmare started. Three people. Three secrets. One was pulling all the strings.

"You sleep on your tummy, never any other way, unless I'm holding you. Does he know that? Parties make you uncomfortable, but you'd never know it because people love you. Does he know that? You have a photographic memory and consume textbooks at an alarming rate, hence the near perfect GPA. Does he know that? You wear socks to bed even in the summer because your feet are always cold. Does he know that? The closest thing you've ever come to seeing a rom com is literally The Dark Knight Trilogy. Does he know that? You think ice cream cakes are stupid and refuse to have them on principle even though that's just ice cream, you freak. Watching movies with you is a nightmare, because you know the ending within minutes of it starting. Does he know that? You are the smartest, most fun, most beautiful girl in any room." I was absolutely floored. As he took a deep breath, I risked a look at him, trying to get myself to be rational. He was staring right back. He was my best friend. Knowing all of these things about me was nothing to write home about. In all the time I had known him though, he had never looked at me like he was now. "Does he know that?" he asked softly, his voice almost a plea. "If he doesn't know all those things, he's not the guy, Stace." "No," I whispered, taking his hands into mine. "He doesn't know any of it." Some things in life you decide to do. Others are simply unavoidable. We were drawing closer to each other like magnets. The last thing he said to me before my eyes closed and our lips met was, "Then don't go."