Sam/ hoodie/ mlm

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

Many of the reasons for that past hatred left scars on your relationship. Constant arguments, loud shouting in the middle of the night, broken plates, and coldness from one another — it was all there. Such was the cycle: a fight, tears, a truce, — and then a repeat.

Sam wasn't an example of stability, and you weren't exactly different with your aggressive disposition. Difficulties for both of you at university added fuel to the fire, and the old hatred slowly — but surely — began to return. You look at that face again and realize just how distorted his features seem.

And Sam couldn't help but notice the changes. Constantly softening his tone, he tried to get even a crumb of information out of you, but you only pulled away. And one day, the phrase that broke both of you was spoken: "Please, let's just stop this, it's unbearable anymore."

And once again there were tears and arguments, which led to the final decision. You slowly began moving your things, but there was one thing you couldn't give back: the hoodie. The very one he gave you, looking at your face with that warm gaze, admiring your beautiful features... A grey one with a stupid inscription.

Yes, you kept it. You wore it, pressing all the memories closer to your chest. For the rage had been temporary, and the hatred had been replaced by an incredible longing. Four years passed like that. And the hoodie was still with you. You wore it literally everywhere: to concerts, to meetings with friends. You yearned for him. After all, Sam was your first and strongest love.

That was when a message arrived from Sam:

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