White Daisies

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After the day when I saw him talking to her, I stayed in my room for days.

Scrolling through Tumblr was all I could do.

My mom only yelled at me to come out when it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Never anytime else. 

His face, his name, everything repeated in my head. I couldn't let it go, no matter how many times I tried to get rid of the image. 

Hugo, Hugo, Hugo.

How could you do this to me?

I tried to think of the girl. Was she just a sister, relative, or maybe something more than a friend?

Why was I this addicted? Help.

As a stalker as I am, I searched up his name, typing up the Starbucks name and his name. Nothing popped up that I needed. I rubbed my temples, wondering again why I was obsessed with someone I haven't talked to yet.

He had soft-looking brown hair, perfect tan skin, but not too tanned. Pretty blue green eyes. Handsome.

Help.