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He was gone. He died.
He tied his sheets together and made a noose. He hung himself.
On the wall was his last note, written in blood:
I can't live without her. I will take her with me and no one will touch her.
She is mine.
They didn't know what it meant.
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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
