"Get out of my home." You spat, pointing towards the door in which Dark just came in through.
"(Y/n), listen to me." Dark commanded.
There was a point in his personality that he wasn't able to control sometimes. Once anger traveled through his veins, there was no stopping his outbursts.
But he knew that he was being influenced. By Mark and by you. Unlike what you thought, Dark desired for you to lean on him.
When Mark was still in his body, sometimes he would talk to Dark. Mark would sometimes confide in him, and leaned on his otherworldly abilities to keep him safe and sane. Now that Mark was gone, he craved someone to confide in him; understand him.
"I don't want to listen to you." You replied, anger on your person, "I want you to leave me alone."
"(Y/n), I can't do that." He admitted.
"And why not?!" You yelled, your hands now being used to gesture your frustrations, "You left Mark all alone, why not me-"
