David
Maucher
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David
Maucher
WordPress expert
Web Developer
The blazer still smells like cedar. And copper. And forever.
I’m wearing the blazer now as I write this. It’s heavy. Not from the wool, but from the weight of being wanted so completely that no one else is allowed to exist.
On the back, in elegant handwriting: “He touched your hand once. I was patient. Don’t make me patient again.”
The second time, I found it hanging on my dorm room door. No note. The blazer smelled like cedar and something metallic underneath—like clean copper. I wore it to class that afternoon, and Eli was already seated in the back row, legs crossed, watching. He smiled when he saw me. A slow, possessive curve of his lips.
The blazer still smells like cedar. And copper. And forever.
I’m wearing the blazer now as I write this. It’s heavy. Not from the wool, but from the weight of being wanted so completely that no one else is allowed to exist. yandere blonde blazer
On the back, in elegant handwriting: “He touched your hand once. I was patient. Don’t make me patient again.” The blazer still smells like cedar
The second time, I found it hanging on my dorm room door. No note. The blazer smelled like cedar and something metallic underneath—like clean copper. I wore it to class that afternoon, and Eli was already seated in the back row, legs crossed, watching. He smiled when he saw me. A slow, possessive curve of his lips. possessive curve of his lips.