I Hate All of My Boyfriend’s Body Pillows.

A few months ago, Jose and I began dating. We met at a games night at a friend's house, and he seemed fine. In the same scary ways, he rolled the letters of my name around his mouth wrong, squishing them between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It gave me chills. It was weird, and I love weird things.

At first, they were only seeing each other about once a week. He told me I was his first girlfriend, and I hadn't had much luck with guys before. We left once we were sure that the other person wasn't going to run away in fear. Many times, it was at my house. He told me that he liked my flat better because it was easier for him to get to and I could get to it more quickly. He would bring over food as payment, and I would cook our meals. We'd play online games or watch films together. He always said he had to go home at night because he didn't want to stay too long. We were always at my house, which felt weird. But whenever I went to his, I felt creeped out, and not in a good way.

I just couldn't get away from the smell of his house. He would lock me in the small living room that was crowded with anime pictures and his prized FUMO collection. If I had to go to the toilet, he would follow me there. His flat was pretty big, but all the doors were locked and it smelled musty. He said there was mould and the owner wouldn't do anything about it, so he kept the room from connecting to the rest of the house. I didn't think much of it because I hate landlords. And it looked like we were almost ready to move in…