Why is Love so Hard? |BENDY X HENRY| (OLD)

Confusion

I paced around the room over and over again.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I was supposed to kill Henry back there in the music room, but I didn't.

Instead I marked him specially as mine. But I don't even LIKE Henry.

And I smell like him.

Why the FUCK  do I SMELL like him?!

It's not even that faint.

It smells like I straight out FUCKED with the guy.

I'm practically drowning in this mans scent.

My gloved Hand slams against the wall, sending ribbons of inky rage across it.

An idea pops into my mind.

If I write down what Henry is, I can rule out what he isn't.

I can understand.

The writing stares out slow, then gradually becomes easier, more ideas fitting into place.

Stepping away, I admire my work before adding the final touch.

I step away once again to  examine it.

Nine messy words stand before me:

Boring

Oblivious

Yucky

Fearless

Reckless

Idiotic

Embarrassing

Naive

Destructive

I frown suddenly.

It seems so wrong.

With a single wipe of my claws, the writing is smudged away.

"I hate it." I growl.

"I hate everything that's happening right now!"

A low whine escapes my throat. "I hate that I don't understand."

I hate Henry.

I hate...

I hate that I don't understand myself.

The thought terrifies me.

I've got nobody in this studio. And if I can't support myself...well..

.....

My teeth sharpen into a forced grin.

That would be something for sure.