He was here again. She could tell. The yellow rose was on the bench, but she knew he had gone into her house. She didn't know where he got the key, but he was here.
Everything was misplaced. The bread was not next to the toaster, the cereal box was placed backwards. Her bedsheets were crinkled like someone lay down on it.
She stopped sleeping on her bed after that. The couch was now where she spent the night--
Awake.
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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
