He started getting bolder. He started messaging her. He started to talk to her on the phone.
"I love you," he would say.
"Wh-wh-who are you?" Her wonderful voice would reply.
Then he would hang up. He started getting braver, too. He started taking pictures of her when she slept by climbing on a tree right next to her bedroom window.
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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
