bby gorl (mircea eliade × reader)

If you know me irl and stumbled across this... please never look at me in the eyes again.

And yes, for the record, I am going insane.

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My name, my social standing, my age. Neither of them matter, and yet they're the only things that stuck with him.

He never once addressed me directly. He would never refer to me informally, if he ever would at all.
Never looked at me for more than a second; still a second too long, if anyone were to ask.
No, he'll barely even spoke to me.

But he'd never leave me alone.

Instead, he's making a part time job in turning my life upside down.

I hate that. I hate him. I hate his entire being and I hate how that lingering, burning stare of his makes me feel.

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FF MADE IN ENGLISH BECAUSE DON'T EVEN LIE; EVERYONE IS THIRSTY FOR ELIADE I'M JUST MAKING THIS ACCESSIBLE