𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶! || 🫀
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|| CW; suggested stalking. All fiction!
|| Characters; Wes Weaver(OC), Eden Meyer(OC) Small description; Wes is a slim, lanky, tall looking male, pale skin, 5'8" in height, 109lbs, age 17. Dark dark reddish-purple hair, reaches shoulders, unstyled and messy, bright yellow eyes. Wes is a more violent and confident character, acting completely on impulse. Eden is a shorter, non threatening female, somewhat tanner skin, 5'5" in height, 122lbs, age 17. Brown hair that almost reaches shoulders but not quite, bangs that usually hang over eyes, actually styled, has glasses but doesn't normally wear them, greyish-red eyes. Eden is a very anxious and on edge character, wants to avoid conflict at all times.
Today I got to return to school. Out of that filthy hospital hell that I had been kept in for weeks, and back to my life, my life that's only worth living now because of her. I mean, I get to see friends! Pals! I got to talk with them, have actual conversations with people! I've been so excited for so so long! I get to go to school, I get to see Eden! Dude. Why do you even want this? What are you goin' to do with it?? I don't get you, this is creepy, what you're doing is creepy. If you think I'm going to do this for you again, or ANYTHING ELSE for you, you're really wrong, Wes. You're IN THE WRONG, Wes. This is only for the money, I really need it, alright? Just take the bag and leave me alone, like you promised. My hands, filled with the softest, silkiest, prettiest, loveliest texture. The feeling of each individual strand against my skin is unique, and I notice this as I rub them between my excited fingers. Even the smell, so flowery and nice, so familiar, like the shampoo that's on my shopping list. The pretty brown, wrapping and finding its's way around each one of my fingers, I love how you feel. I would never waste such a thing like this, carelessly letting it fall apart onto carpet below me.. Unless I had such a large amount of it. Just what I asked from him, just what he got for me, couldn't be any easier. I don't intend to leave him alone. How else would I continue getting ahold of this? More of this, more of Eden's precious hair? I don't get it man... Kinda fuckin' gross. I don't even wanna ask why you'd want this! You'd best pay me the damn money you owe me, this took forever to get! You can imagine how awkward it was to ask for this, I had to make up some stupid shitty reason for your dumbass. But, money is money, I want it now. Even if it was completely dried up, even in such a small amount, it's taste is utterly one of the best I've ever experienced. Even the texture of it against my soft tongue makes me shiver purely with pleasure, almost nothing could beat it. If only I could get my hands on more, I'd take everything I could get, I am taking everything I can get. He found it disgusting, revolting. Of course he did, I had asked him for one of Eden's used bandaids, and he returned to me with one. One I had seen her wear since the very beginning of the day, at the tip of her right middle finger, I wanted it. I love getting to watch her every day. But even better, something I hadn't asked for or even mentioned, but I sure knew I wanted with all of me, the bandaid was bloody! It wasn't much at all, but damn him, now I can't help but be hooked more than I already was. The pretty, dark brown-red color, it was hers. I wish to see it bright red instead, then I'd be satisfied. I hope to get that chance. If not, I will force it. EW! Fucking creep! Why the hell are you asking for such a thing?! How many people have you asked?? Eden doesn't like you, Eden has to avoid you constantly every single day you're here, and you still have the audacity to go around asking for her personal items?! You're disgusting, this is disgusting, she was right about you. She had slapped me. This girl was the luckiest girl in the world, and she doesn't even realize that, to leave before I could knock some sense into her. I normally wouldn't care, but the things she had said to me, said straight to my face, really pissed me off, and I have no problem with getting into fights, not at all. She's the reason Eden avoids me everyday, she puts these thoughts into her head about me, I want to avoid that as much as possible. I want Eden to love me. Idiotic girl, turning down that much money that she had been offered for a simple task. What's up with you? ... I'm kidding, I don't really care. As long as she doesn't know, it won't hurt her, right? I don't know who you are to her, but here. I don't mind doing anything for a quick buck, so let me know if there's anything else I can do, cool? Breathing in as much as I can possibly handle, my body almost feels as if it's gone completely numb, my face and everything. Had anything else ever felt this good? Had anything else ever taken me to such a place so far away from reality? I don't have to feel anymore, or wish for better. My insides feel like hot snow, the best way I could possibly describe it. I must be careful not to rip it apart, right in half, I'd just about puke if I even heard a small tear. I have to keep this perfect, as perfect as I can. I inhale sharply again, my face buried in comforting, overwhelming texture and my insides trembling as they become numb once more. It was hard to even feel the smile that had formed on my face, but I know it has to be there. I feel the happiest I ever have. If I could let this smell take over all my other senses for the rest of my life, I would, immediately. I don't know how long it's been since you've worn this shirt, but it still smells like you, love. With my hands wrapped around my closet door handle, I open it just to fall deeply in love again. Beautifully framed photos of Eden of the current time, and even when we were younger, together, she only deserves the best. Other photos, pinned on the wall behind everything else, they were all my favorites, I couldn't dare choose. Every last one, I love. The almost untouched photos, above a small shelf filled with many different, almost random seeming, things. Quite a few old, graded or not, assignments were piled on top of one another, many severely wrinkled and torn, plucked straight from a trash bin. Next to the thrashed papers, a purple-stringed bracelet, with darker purple beads, spelling out the name "Wes", my name. The bracelet barely even fits around my pale wrist anymore. A few candy and food rappers sat in a neat pile, all of which I have licked clean. A necklace Eden had thought she lost. Well, she did, it's only in my possession now. A pretty, green and shiny necklace, I hope she doesn't miss it too much. Old and small pencils that had been abandoned, almost empty bottles of all sorts of drinks, little precious sketches that she had drawn on her papers, the list goes on and on and on. A journal, written in it, pages and pages of confessions towards my love, keeping tabs on her and everyone around her, friends and family, pets, any knowledge I can get ahold of, updated every. Single. Day. Clearing out a small area at the top of the shelf, moving things around and reorganizing, I'm making a special place for the newest addition. First, after taking in one deep breath with my face pressed into it, I neatly fold the shirt, it's soft texture feeding my skin, and place it on the shelf, admiring it every second my eyes are locked onto it. Next, an everyday ziplock bag, inside, dark brown locks of the silkiest hair I've ever felt, placed gently on top of the folded shirt. The small, bloodied bandaid, making it's place right next to the purple bracelet labeled "Wes". I wish the bracelet still fit me. Going back is all I want. I will keep growing my love for Eden, no matter how much I am begged and begged to abandon it. Ever since we were young, her face has always given me butterflies. She had spoken to me honestly, she was there for me, she hadn't gotten bored of me, she cared for what I had to say, she treated me so differently from anybody else. Why would I ever give that up? I didn't want to, I'm not going to a second time. Tomorrow is another day.
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