A yellow rose came to her. It was sitting on a bench on her porch. She picked it up. A note that had her name on it was stuck to it. No card and no other name came with it.
She smelled the beautiful rose. The sweet aroma filled her nostrils. She took it inside, but not before looking around to see if whoever placed it there was still around.
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He smiled when she picked the rose. He knew she would like it.
Yellow was her favorite color.
He had placed it there this morning. He followed her home last night. It was a pleasure to know where she lived.
He would send many many more and she would love them all. Then, she will love him, just like he loved her.
Soon...
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100 Yellow Roses
Short Story*Completed/editing* He's obsessed, she's scared. Sent 100 yellow roses to profess his love, or rather, his infatuation.... The wrong kind of love. *Awesome cover by @mayliemerlin Highest rank: #69 in Short Story
