Tatum | Christine Obsessive 'link'

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.

And so she did.

She was, after all, very, very attentive. tatum christine obsessive

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. This one held the things she’d collected