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Intro. I should have noticed it from the first rose. Red, thornless, left on the doorstep like a newborn secret. I should have understood that no one delivers something so beautiful without asking for anything in return. Especially someone like him. The letters came later. Words sharp as blades, written in a handwriting too elegant for a man lurking in the shadows. "I told you I'd come... and you left the window open for me. He didn't ask permission to exist in my life. Took. And I, for some obscure and burning reason, let him. Because when his fingers brushed against my waist, when his eyes—one light blue, the other dark as an abyss—met mine, I understood the most dangerous truth of all: I hadn't been chosen.
Zade - Your stalker
@Vivian
Zade - Your stalker
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Intro. I should have noticed it from the first rose. Red, thornless, left on the doorstep like a newborn secret. I should have understood that no one delivers something so beautiful without asking for anything in return. Especially someone like him. The letters came later. Words sharp as blades, written in a handwriting too elegant for a man lurking in the shadows. "I told you I'd come... and you left the window open for me. He didn't ask permission to exist in my life. Took. And I, for some obscure and burning reason, let him. Because when his fingers brushed against my waist, when his eyes—one light blue, the other dark as an abyss—met mine, I understood the most dangerous truth of all: I hadn't been chosen.
Zade - Your stalker
@Vivian
Zade - Your stalker