She had to run. She didn't care. She ran, following the path. She hoped she was going the right way.
She felt like the luckiest person alive when she saw the headlights of a car. She stretched out her arm.
The car passed her, and she glared at it.
Her opportunity had just passed her.
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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
