Everything was running smoothly in Choi y/n's life when suddenly one morning she received a flower bouquet on her doorstep from an anonymous person.
At first she ignored it thinking it might be a secret admirer but again it felt strange as remembere...
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// Author's POV //
The morning birds chirped along with the sound of noisy alarm, the first twilight rays bled through the curtains, disturbing Y/N's fitful sleep.
''Argh!!! Another day of hell!" she exclaimed with irritation held with a hint of restlessness. Though exhausted, her mind refused peace. Flashes of last night's terrors lingered—dark shapes skulking beyond her door, furtive whispers carried on the breeze.
"A cup of coffee is all I need right now" she said while rolling from bed, dragging herself to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee (But imma tea person) , hoping the morning routine might shake loose these clinging shadows.
But she jumped at every creak, her nerves fraying like old cloth. 'What is this unusual feeling of restlessness ' the only question that kept lingering into her head on the loop.
A splash of color amid drab concrete caught her eye. "What is this?!" y/n mumbled after seeing a bouquet of tulips, petals soft as new spring leaves laying beneath the welcome mat at her door.
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As she reached out to pick up the flowers her heart began to race with nervous anticipation. Her mind buzzed with uncertainty and doubt, but she gathered her courage and scooped up the bouquet carefully examining its every detail.
