D for Depression [ On Hold ]

Chapter 23: Intruder

''Sometimes we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right. It means love is more important.''

A sudden chill runs down my spine at the sound of his words.

Is it?

Is it love more important, or we just use it as a lame excuse, to justify the misery of our actions?

I mean who am I to judge? I lied to the police about a drug dealing, that could have costed my life, only to protect one man.

A man I didn't know.

And the worst part is...I don't regret it.

Even now, that I learnt all these things about him, I still don't regret it.

How messed up is this?

I pause the episode, rubbing my eyes behind the glasses.

Fuck Daphne. You really need to put your shit together.

You can't keep doing this...Rob was right.

This story will end badly.

It always does.

I push myself up, to take another chip from the bag, when a faint noise, makes me stop.

What the hell is that?

A persisting tapping comes from my window and I move towards it cautiously.

Are these rocks?

My heart skips a beat anxiously.

I mean I just watched a tv show about a crazy stalker...

But when I finally look outside my window, I realize, it's not Joe Goldberg, or any other creepy character.

It's just...

My Joker.

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Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...

I look at him, almost hyperventilating.

What is he doing here...?

He smiles at me, making me wet my pants for a moment, before he signals to open the window.

I obligate almost tοo easily. What can I say? I'm a sucker for him.

''Hey'' He says casually, as if it's the most normal thing in the world, coming to my house at 23:00 in the evening.

''Hey'' I whisper back, not be able to control the little smile, creeping on my face.

''What are you doing here?''

''I wanted to see you.''

His words make my stomach flutter and I can't help but bounce at my feet happily.

Thank God he can't see it.

''I didn't have your number, so I had to improvise.''

I nod awkwardly, biting on my lip.

He stares at me amused and for a moment neither of us say anything.

When I finally avert my gaze back to him, he still stands there unbothered by my silence and the words slip my mouth, before I can restrain myself.

''Do you wanna come up?''

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What was I thinking? Really?