Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Tell a Tale

"Yes, I just desire to learn about how everything came to be this way. Just don't expect me to like you in the remaining days anymore than I do now. No matter the reasons behind all of your actions, you still committed them. I can offer you forgiveness but even that may be hard for you to attain from me. As for my acceptance and/or love, you'll have to reach out farther than the Milky Way."

I suppose that I can accept those conditions. Well, I'll begin then. A little over five years ago, Nathan and I were walking down Tenth Street in this town. As you know, that's in the downtown area here. We were on our way to the local antique shop, since Nathan had heard that a new and valuable piece had just arrived.

The weather was cloudy, so we were hurrying to reach the shop, since we didn't want to get caught in any potential rain. In our hurry, however, we didn't notice the approaching nuisance. Nathan ran into her, causing the woman to nearly fall onto the pavement of the sidewalk. Fortunately for her, Nathan caught her in time. It would have been better if she had fallen obviously.

Regardless, he caught the damsel in distress and asked if she was alright. I could have cared less about her, and I assumed that Nathan would send her off on her way soon. Much to my chagrin, he did the opposite and stood there like an idiot with a bright blush on his face. Now, she had my attention as well.

Not only had she already stolen moments of my time with Nathan, but she had taken a blush from him too. Nevertheless, I stood by and watched the nuisance smile to him. She took a pen from her purse and wrote a number on Nathan's right hand before she winked to him.

I wished to snap that pen in half, but again I withheld myself. I decided that I would allow Nathan to date her if he so wished. I would stand by and lose the one that I loved because he wasn't interested in me. I wanted to remain at least his friend, so I stayed quiet.

Teasingly, I took a picture of Nathan blushing. I knew that the blush wasn't for me, but I pretended that it was. It helped to push back my anger at the time, but that didn't work for long.

Later that evening, he called her, and a date for them to meet was arranged. I congratulated my friend, wishing that it would go well outwardly. Soon, I dismissed myself and headed off to my room. If I had stayed a moment longer, I would have smashed his phone and given myself away.

Unfortunately, the date for the two of them came and went well. So exceedingly well that they stayed out until seven in the morning, when he was supposed to return at one in the morning. He hadn't called or texted me the change in plans, so I had to go to sleep worried for his safety. When I awoke, he had walked into the home, merely waved to me and collapsed asleep on the couch. I had let his inconsideration slide the first time and hoped that it wouldn't happen again, but it continued.

Every date that he had went on; he would come back later than expected and never let me know, so I began to accept it and smile whenever he returned. I grew infuriated, but I found that I couldn't yell at him. I just advised him to be safe when he went out.

It only got worse. After three months of them dating, he stopped letting me know when he would go out. I would arrive home from work and find him not there. He started to work over at her place and stay the night, still never informing me of his plans.

Once the fourth month hit, she sold off her place and moved in. At least before I hadn't had to watch their romantic dealings with each other, but now I couldn't avoid it at times. I would wake up and go to get a strawberry soda only to find them kissing in the kitchen. They would hold hands throughout the house as if they would get lost in the small building. Every day I would be greeted by some lovey-dovey action between the two.

Having to witness that on a daily basis was tearing me up inside. I could have moved out, but I wanted to keep a watch on Nathan; I wanted him to know that I still existed. After two weeks, though, I couldn't take it. I gave into what my heart had been telling me to do for their whole relationship; I peeked into Nathan's fortune for the future. I know that sounds strange, my little doe, but let me finish, and I'll explain it later.

She nodded and pushed that curiosity aside for the moment. He hadn't told of the incident yet, but she had a feeling of where this was going. Her theory was probably going to be right.

In that fortune I saw something that gave me hope. It would devastate Nathan, but it was beneficial to me. To have double reassurance, though, I looked into the distraction's fortune as well. It supported Nathan's future quite well if not proving it.

Gladdened by this information, I spoke to Nathan in the kitchen one night when the distraction was already asleep. I told him that the distraction would cheat on him soon with another man. Technically, it would be two more, but I spared him of the second one. I only needed evidence of one after all.

I kept my excitement at the news down when I narrated it to him, but I knew that he would believe me. He understood that all of my fortunes were always accurate; they would never fail. Despite this, he tossed my warning to the wind when I had finished telling him. He laughed it off, saying that I had probably interpreted it wrong.

He brushed it aside and went to sleep. I stood there baffled and clueless on what to do next. Well, I had ideas, but I wanted to avoid those alternatives if I could. With that in mind, I continued to warn him, but he brushed me off every time. Growing frustrated with his denial of the truth, I came up with a plan that would surely help him to see the reality of his situation.