Tatum Christine Obsessive «iOS EXTENDED»

He stopped, his thumb hovering over the emergency call button. What terrified him most wasn’t the key, or the closet, or even the hoodie. It was the fact that, for a single, nauseating second, a part of him believed her. A part of him thought, No one has ever seen me this clearly.

He didn’t know she’d taken it from his car at 2:00 AM, using the spare key she’d had copied. It was now on her nightstand, next to the button. She’d memorized every doodle, every half-formed idea, every anguished little poem he’d scribbled in the margins. She felt closer to him than ever. tatum christine obsessive

This one held the things she’d collected. A crumpled to-do list he’d dropped in the hallway. A pen he’d chewed on during a lecture. A single button that had come loose from his coat, which she’d found on a chair in the student lounge. She kept the button in a small velvet box beside her bed, touching it every night before she slept. He stopped, his thumb hovering over the emergency

She was, after all, very, very attentive. A part of him thought, No one has ever seen me this clearly