I wanna hold your hand.

Sometimes, it’s hard to really know a person. Take Bethney for example. I thought her love of holding hands was just simply a neurotic childhood affliction caused by a distanced father. I didn’t see It, just goes to show I didn’t know shit.

Never did I imagine how deep that affliction actually went. Not until I opened a forgotten draw and found a collection of drained severed hands. You might imagine I ran, but It’s not everyday you see the darkest side of your loved one. I knew all she wanted was someone to hold her hand.

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