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ONE WEEK LATER.
You plopped on your couch, adorned in a warm blanket. Unraveling the knots in your back from work.
On your phone, prudent at every girl you saw on Pinterest you thought was prettier than yourself. Such a disposal of time, and discarding necessary chores. You could be sprucing up your apartment but instead, you swipe deeper into social media.
You heard a thud outside, a rough knock at your cedar door. The interference of going on your phone caused a grumble from your lips.
What neighbor accidentally got your mail this time...?
Doltish smile of force, one inhale. Social interaction is a digest of shyness and awkwardness. Opening the door, your eyes intertwined with his. Mingled and fused. A twinkle in your eyes, a pinch of blush dusting your face.
A small moment of dwelling in each other's gaze. When seconds feel like hours
Who is this man and who gave him the right to be so pretty?
You were perplexed about why someone was here. But the ignite in your stomach, arouse in heartbeat. A brand new feeling upon meeting eyes diverted your attention.
"Hello miss, I came to deliver your package." He disrupted the silence, stirring a minor smile.
Disappointment swelled in your threshing heart A small frown. Sad that such a pretty man wouldn't propose on the spot. That would be ridiculous.
"Can I see the name on the package? Just need to make sure it's mine." You politely said. I fractured my heart knowing he was just a delivery boy.
You clasped the box, fragments of the label gone. Deciphering what name was written was impossible. Confusion is written on your face.
"You know, what a pretty ring you have. Are you married miss?" He plowed, a knit-in his brows of a narrow smile, breaking the silence.
You met his eyes, a flattered smile. "Do I look like wife material, do not flatter me. You infringed on your ego. A playful smile.
"You do..unfortunately"
"What was that?" You heard him mutter undefined words.
"Oh nothing ma'am, have you figured out whose package that is'" He whisked away his previous words, a smitten smile of eroded blush.
"Uhm- I haven't ordered anything recently. So, maybe my neighbor's." You said pointing to the door across yours.
"Sorry for the confusion, this place is quite wacky. Hope you find who it is." A brittle smile, slowly closing your door.
You enfolded your hands around your face, and the thaw heat from blushing hit your hands. Squealing internally. Letting your back collide with the door.
As you peered from the peephole of the door, seeing he left. You noticed the cute delivery boy left but left something at your door.
It was the same package, rubbish scald of the label, dusty cardboard. Did he leave it here by accident?
You conjured before seeing new writing plague the top.
"You were supposed to accept it my lovely (Y/N)"
The scene was more eerie as silence ensued in your apartment A shroud of dread as your spit pooled, an ineffable feeling. "My name".
A riveting fear consumed your body. Wanting to slam the door and continue your deeds before, forgetting it But to be courted with such an enthralling situation.
Curiosity merged with dead fear.
You were rancid for answers, snatching the box from your grubby doormat and moving your head to the sides. Glancing around your door nervously.
He's gone. You think.
You swamped on your couch again, eyeing the box. Immense shuddering of your body. Shriveled paper falling from it.
Cleaving the tape is gone. wobble of your hands as you reached to open it. The climax of dread settles down to the bone. The pensive suspense.
The notion of horror movies. Not the time (Y/N)!
You waver before saying screw it. Unless it's a literal bomb you're fine in some format You pulsating, embedding your eyes closed. Opening the flaps so fast. Entrenched in place.
Do you open your eyes? Open your eyes for gosh sake (Y/N)!
You slowly unglued your eyes. Glancing in the box still ridden with fear. Before seeing another box. you've got to be kidding.
This one was not clamped by tape, shaped like a heart, and replicated Albertson Valentine's Day chocolate packs.
A thin box cemented in your hands coated in sweat. It's just a chocolate box. Exhaling again, reassessment of just calming down.
The ruffles of the box remained inside, but vacant on what were supposed to be there originally; sweets. Instead, a white rose was taped to the box inside. It is saturated in spews of blood. Specs of crimson red doused the flower's petals.
A small letter beside the flower. You unfolded the small paper in a twist of confusion with very much-needed context.
Hello (Y/N), we have finally gotten this letter to you,
So glad you found our note, and hope you adored our gift the prettiest of the garden for our dear. Don't mind the paint I got on it though.
You might be confused, I get that, a miscellaneous package from some mailman you didn't order You must be uncomfortable seeing the contents of it.
But, trust my word. I mean no harm, we mean no harm.
But we noticed the vacancy of a husband. How unfortunate. Whether he passed away or left. You must decide which one of us can fulfill that place.
You deserve so much affection darling, and we know that for certain!
Now, of course, we know how you found the ring and who gave it to you, and you have never been married in your life. But fortunately, you can't do anything about that now
