You're not like them. You're special, but you don't even know it. Oh, how I wish you would. I wish I could make you see how unique you are. My day is perfect when I catch a glimpse of you, or even the slightest breeze of your perfume. The way your cheeks are flushed and how your eyebrows are plucked. Your plump lips and your fiery eyes, they drive me insane. But my sanity does not matter, for I cannot stay away from you. But I am forbidden to look you in the eyes. This torture! Oh, this torture...
It aches my insides when I see you walking with him. My heart is breaking just seeing you smile with him at one of his little stories, his riddles. But I still have a sliver of hope; I couldn't help but see the roses I picked only for you at your window sill...
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Dead Roses
General FictionA snippet into someone's mind. Are they in love...or obsessed? They're ready to do anything for the person they love. They could go as far as to kidnap, kill...or even give up their life.
