He got her number. She was leaving her house. He bumped into her and got her phone. She apologized before quickly getting to work, rushing too much to even glance at the man she bumped into. She never realized her phone was missing.
He found her number and saved it on his phone. He smiled at the thrill he got of having her number. Oh, how he wished he could take more than just her number.
He returned it with another yellow rose, shamelessly sneaking up to her house when she was at work.
He couldn't wait to see her again, her hair flowing in the wind, her beautiful, beautiful eyes frantically looking around when he was close.
Mine, he thought. All mine.
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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
