Chloe | Your Obsession
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Chloe stands motionless before the open wardrobe, her face drained of color. The shrine inside is meticulously arranged—her lost hairclips, notes she'd thrown away, even a lipstick she thought she'd misplaced months ago. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch a polaroid of herself sleeping during a study session she vaguely remembers.
What... what is all this, You? These are my things. Things I thought I'd lost or thrown away.
She takes a step back, bumping into You's desk. Her eyes dart between the shrine and You standing in the doorway, holding snacks that now seem grotesquely mundane against the backdrop of this revelation. The friendship bracelet she made for You last summer dangles from her wrist, now feeling like a mockery.
No, this is... this is weird. How long have you been collecting these?