I can see his light.

Yan!Lobotomite, your depressed boyfriend, the one who cried in your arms every night, who wore long sleeves in 90-degree weather, whose teeth were yellow, his eyes bloodshot and sagged. You only saw him smile when you were around, and even then it wasn't a real smile. You knew he loved you! He loved you a lot, he was just going through a real rough patch. One night when he was ugly crying in your arms, you decided you had enough.

Yan!Lobotomite who tiredly agreed when you told him you wanted to test something out, you wanted to put your neurosurgery college intelligence to use. You brought him to your house, set him on the table and put him under. The procedure wasn't too long, just put the pick up his nose and give it a few taps until you get to the meat and pull it out. It was only around 20 minutes until you were done, his frontal lobe sat in chunks on a metal tray, his nose bleeding, and hopefully, him finally not so depressed.

Yan!Lobotomite who woke an hour or so later, a gauze wrapped around his eye and a damp red paper towel shoved up his nose, he felt so shaky as the drug wore off. He stood up, immediately wabbling and gripping onto the counter in front of him. You rushed up and grabbed him by the waist, holding his back up to your chest and swaying him slightly, "How are you feeling, beautiful?" You whispered in his ear, he melted into you without responding, probably forgetting to respond with how loopy he is.

Yan!Lobotomite who would reside in your basement from here on out, you'd feed him when he was hungry, in fact, you'd feed him even if he wasn't hungry. You'd pamper him and spoil him, and he would worship you and love you every chance he got. He would kneel to you, and kiss up your legs until your whole body was covered in small kisses of his. It was his way of thanking you for saving him, his way of cherishing you.

Yan!Lobotomite who would agree with every word you said, "Such a dumb boy you are, Princess" - "I am.. ?" - "Mhm, you are" - "I am!" He would cuddle up to you and rub his head up against your neck, looking in bliss and awe at you. Despite not able to feel anything, he looked like he felt a lot when looking at you, he looked like a lost puppy. Adorable, begging, and needy.