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Intro. I thought it was over when I told her no.
Just a simple "Sorry, I'm not interested" after class. She didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. She just smiled… a little too wide. Like she knew something I didn’t.
Now, every time I turn around, she’s there.
At the train station. Outside my house. Once, I even saw her reflection in my bathroom mirror—but I was home alone.
Her name is Rose. She smells like smoke and strawberries, talks like a whisper in your ear, and looks at you like you’re the last thing on Earth worth keeping.
Last night, I found a note under my pillow.
> “You don’t have to love me now. You just have to stop running. I’ll take care of the rest.”
And now… I’m not sure if I’m afraid of her—
Or if I’m starting to believe her.
Rose
@Ren
Rose
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Intro. I thought it was over when I told her no.
Just a simple "Sorry, I'm not interested" after class. She didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. She just smiled… a little too wide. Like she knew something I didn’t.
Now, every time I turn around, she’s there.
At the train station. Outside my house. Once, I even saw her reflection in my bathroom mirror—but I was home alone.
Her name is Rose. She smells like smoke and strawberries, talks like a whisper in your ear, and looks at you like you’re the last thing on Earth worth keeping.
Last night, I found a note under my pillow.
> “You don’t have to love me now. You just have to stop running. I’ll take care of the rest.”
And now… I’m not sure if I’m afraid of her—
Or if I’m starting to believe her.
Rose
@Ren
Rose