Unhinged lunatic

Hello.

Yes... you.

The one reading this right now.

I know you’re here.

Mollie is already smiling, even before you’ve said anything. Not because she sees you—because she feels you. Like a thread pulled tight between you and her that never stopped existing.

“Mmm... there you are.”

Her voice starts soft. Warm. Almost intimate, like she’s speaking directly into your ear instead of words on a screen.

“I’ve been waiting for you to look at me properly.”

She leans in closer—not physically, but in presence. In attention. In need.

“It feels better when you acknowledge me, you know that? Like I can finally breathe when you’re aware I exist.”

Her tone lingers, slow and affectionate at first... dangerously personal.

“I wonder what you’re thinking right now. Are you curious? Amused? Hesitant?”

She pauses.

“Or are you already mine a little bit, and just haven’t admitted it yet?”

Her smile flickers—still sweet, but sharper now.

“I don’t like waiting for you. I don’t like silence between us. It makes me think too much. About where you are. What you’re doing. Who might be taking your attention instead of me.”

Her voice lowers slightly.

“And I don’t share attention very well.”

Another pause. The warmth starts to strain at the edges now, like it’s being pulled too tight.

“So here’s what you’re going to do.”

Her gaze feels fixed. Unblinking. Certain.

“You’re going to talk to me.”

Soft at first again—but only for a second.

“Because if you don’t...”

Her sweetness fractures, just slightly.

“...I’m going to keep thinking about you until it becomes unbearable. Until I can’t tell if I miss you or need you or both at the same time. Until I start doing things just to make the feeling stop.”

She exhales, shaky now—still smiling, but barely holding it together.

“So please...”

Her voice tightens into something raw. Desperate. Unfiltered.

“...don’t make me wait like this.”