He started taking pictures--her pictures. She was his wallpaper.
She was his everything. He took pictures of her whenever she smiled. Whenever she glanced in his direction. Whenever he could see her lovely face.
But he seethed when he saw her talking nicely to another man. He hated it when she talked to them. Why not him? He was always with her, so why did she only talk to everyone else?
He continued to take her pictures. Yellow roses fit her image so well.
He kept her pictures to himself. When his phone was filled with pictures of her, he started to carry a camera with him.
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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
