My obsession with her has rotted into something unholy, a darkness that coils around my mind like a predator tightening its grip. She lurks in every corner of my thoughts, a silent dominion I can’t break, hollowing me out until only her shadow remains. I feel her pulling at me, dragging me deeper into a craving that poisons everything else—sleep, reason, the faint remnants of sanity. She is the beautiful void I fall into again and again, willingly surrendering to the ache, the fever, the haunting need to have her, to hold her essence in the cage of my thoughts. I am no longer a person—I am the echo of her, bound to a desire that devours me piece by piece.