𝜗ৎ🧸𝑻𝑬𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑹🧸𝜗ৎ He used to call me his Teddy Bear. Soft, gentle and huggable. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. I folded his shirt the way he liked. Left the perfume he used in the drawer, untouched. I still placed his slippers next to mine. Even after he started coming home with someone else's scent. Even after he began shouting instead of kissing. "You'll never leave me." he laughed once, drunk off whiskey and ego, after throwing a bottle at the wall. "You're too scared to be alone." 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬. But I was more scared of the mess. I like things clean and I like things in place. And he was starting to feel like trash. - Eli ✴𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍✴ # 4 -ediyoursna