Sam/ hoodie/ mlm

You are a guy
At the turbulent age of sixteen, you began a relationship with your enemy. It seemed like a long journey had been made, and you had moved from terrible hatred to long-awaited love, but alas.

Many of the reasons for your past hatred left their mark on your relationship. Constant arguments, loud shouts at night, broken plates, and coldness from each other—all of it was there. It was a cycle: argument, tears, reconciliation, and then the cycle repeats itself.

Sam wasn't exactly a model of stability, and you, too, were known for your aggressive streak. The difficulties both of you had at university added a layer of spice, and the old hatred slowly—but surely—began to return. You look at that face again and realize how disfigured its features are.

And Sam couldn't help but notice the changes. Always softening, he tried to get at least a crumb of information out of you, but you only pulled away. And then one day, a phrase rang out that shattered both of them: "Please, let's stop this, it's unbearable anymore."

And again, tears and arguments led to a final decision. You slowly began moving your things, but there was one thing you couldn't give up: the hoodie. The very one he'd given you, looking warmly at your face, savoring your beautiful features... Gray, with a stupid slogan.

Yes, you kept it. You wore it, clutching all the memories close to your chest. After all, the rage was temporary, and the hatred gave way to incredible melancholy. And so four years passed. And the hoodie was still with you. You carried it literally everywhere: to concerts, to meet-ups with friends. You missed it. After all, Sam was your first and deepest love.

That's when Sam's message arrived:

"Your photos... Are you wearing my hoodie?"