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Bruce and Edward were laying in bed together, Bruce was silent while Edward babbled about how much he pined after Bruce for years in school. "I'm not sure why I was so obsessed, maybe it was your mysterious nature and how private you are. I wanted to cut you open and exame you-", Edward stopped, "Sorry, that sounds literally insane". Edward giggled softly and looked over at Bruce.
Bruce was staring intently at Edwards face, almost trying to burn Edwards features into his brain, suddenly Bruce sat up and grabbed Edwards hand, "Come on". Bruce got up and left, Edward quickly followed. "Wait! Where are you going?". Bruce didn't respond and stopped in front of a door.
Bruce quickly put in a code and the door slid open, "Woah, that's cool", Edwards eyes widened as he stepped in. It looked like a normal bedroom to him, Bruce looked at Edward, his face gave nothing away but his eyes told a different story.
Edward sat on the bed, he sniffed the air. It faintly smelt of his favorite aftershave. Bruce walked over to the massive walk in closet and opened the doors. Edwards mouth dropped. Inside was a shrine dedicated to Edward, it had old coffee cups, used tissues and several pairs of Edwards old glasses. It even had some of his old shoes and socks that he threw away. Edward couldn't move, he was frozen. Bruce ran his hand along all of the items lovingly.
"Over the years I collected things from you, I have this pencil you used in English class back in the 10th Grade", Bruce put on gloves to pick up the pencil and looked at it closely, it had Edwards teeth marks all over it. Bruce sighed and put it down.
Bruce then walked over to Edwards old glasses, they were ranked from his grade, age and how long he used them for. "It was easy to get these, I simply asked your eye doctor for them. She's very nice".
There were pictures of Edward everywhere, some that he had never posted anywhere. Bruce moved around the room, explaing everything in great detail. "I went through your trash to get used forks and spoons, sometimes toothbrushes if I was lucky. I especially love your deodorant, its delicious". Bruce sounded truly unhinged, Edward was dumbfounded.
Bruce walked over to Edward and got on his knees, "Do you hate me?". Bruce searched Edwards eyes, Edward softened and placed a hand on Bruce's cheek. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Brucie. I love it".
Bruce leaned into Edwards touch, "You're the air I breathe, without you I am nothing".
Edward smiled, "Yes you are".