Yorick:
Flashback.
I was hugging Clementine, a needle pressed against her back, but I did not inject her with the poison. I pulled the needle out and dropped to my knees, watching her sink down as well.
"What the hell are you doing, Yorick?" she asked, barely able to speak.
I looked up at her and tilted my head back.
"What I am about to tell you will make you hate me," I uttered. "This is not medicine. It is a poison made to make you fall for me."
As I confessed, I watched her eyes widen, disgust forming clearly on her face.
"I lost control. I thought maybe this was the only way I could have you," I continued, unable to look at her.
"How could you do this, Yorick? I thought we were friends," she replied.
Her words echoed in my head as I clenched the small rug beneath me, tightening it in my fist.
"I told you I got carried away, but Clementine, I promise I will not harm you," I said, straightening my back and looking at her again.
