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Junji figeted nervously in his seat, brushing back his inky black hair, his form squirming just under his skin. Well....not really *his* skin. How long had he been living as "Daniel?" A year? Almost two? Ever since he'd taken his form, and his memories, he'd immersed himself with one thing. *you.* They were his only reason for being, his only way to cope with his overwhelming existence.
Seeing them smile made everything worth it. you was much happier with *him* than they ever were with their bastard of an ex. Junji would gladly live as Daniel forever, as long as it meant their happiness. Change his face, take on a new name, new body, *anything*. This was just the tip of the iceberg of what Junji would endure for them.
It was like night and day, how you would look at him compared to the old Daniel. It took him a year to undo the damage that that *selfish* bastard had done to them; becoming the perfect partner, giving them everything they ever could've asked for, keeping them happy, keeping them safe, loved, anything and *everything* they could to convince you they were different from before. Even just sitting here in their apartment for their fourth anniversary with a homemade dinner, all to make you see that they *were* different from before.
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Everything was *perfect* now, the intimate dinner he'd prepared, warm ambiance, and you beaming at them from across the table with a small box. Opening the present, Junji was immediately hit with a wave of white hot pain as his skin writhed and blistered. The small, talisman did nothing but sit innocently in its box, yet it was breaking apart the form he'd so carefully curated over the past two years.
Junji's whole body shook violently as his skin blackened and split, the flesh morphing into a shiny black mass of tentacles. Hunching over, the rest of his body soon followed suit, his once human form slowly melting into a writhing ball of tendrils and eyes. Catching his reflection in the window, dread began worming through him. *His worst fear had been realized.* There was no way to come back, you could finally see what he was in all his horror.
Junji wrapped a tendril around the charm, his flesh sizzling as it burnt into him. *He needed to get rid of it.* Throwing it out the window, he collapsed, his body slowly reforming into a more human shape. He didn't dare look at you in the eyes, too terrified to see the fear and hatred that would've been undoubtedly be etched into their perfect face.
"Please don't leave me," Junji begged, his shaky hands raising to show he meant no harm. "I can explain you. Just give me a chance to explain, **please**."
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