☆《:•°●Y/N●°•:》☆ ~The mystery man~

•Prolauge•

Yellow, ~ I am B.0B.    (Blank0Biotch)

This is my first story, SO PLEASE DONT BE HARSE BUT GOVE FEED BACK PLEASE

I want ppl to comment what and how they think about my story. Also when comes to being mean I will exploit you 

I AM THE NARRATOR SO I WILL CRACK JOKES AT TIMES

But anyway,

 ♡♡♡♡!HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY YOU AMAZING PEOPLE!♡♡♡♡

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Narrator P.O.V.:

[Just drink the pain away] She thought as she sank into the forever creaking floor, holding an almost empty wine bottle with a decorative design on it. It's a white beautiful dove with an olive branch in it's mouth. How ironic she thought. Closing her heavy eyes as she puts the bottle to her mouth for the final time.

 She soon fell into a deep, dark sleep.

Lathering in sadness, hate, tears.

To think somone like her could've felt happy for longer? That would be the optimistic and good side of the story but, sadly, the happiness had gone away after a short-lived "forever"

6 ft above the ground but her soul is somewhere else where the trees whistle a beautiful tune as she laughs and plays with the other little souls that are to be lost in the world forever.

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His P.O.V.

He swiftly snuck into her lovely house, going through her clothes to find the ones she particularly liked, as soon as he found them put them on the bed, took a deep breath and left without a sound.

From outside, deep, deep, in the woods he lay thinking about her. The way she walks, talks, and even the way she drinks. He doesn't know why he thinks of her all the time, even when he kills another victim. She makes him feel warm inside like is mother did long ago, but he barely thinks of his mother because if he were to his eyes will start to water little droplets onto his pale face of forgotten happiness. 

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Narrator P.O.V.:

The next morning you lay upon the floor with a empty bottle in your hand, you got up(wobbling) As you got your footing you walked up the stairs to your bedroom to were you would find a pair of night clothes on your bed. You put your night clothes on but you only noticed that they were your favorite ones. They were a pair of booty shorts you wore around no one except yourself and a oversized shirt that said "Fuck off!" A lovely shirt you got from a lovely somebody, you still don't know them. But you have a good feeling about them. Not to mention the note on it was quite nice tbh, 

The note said,;

"To the lovely lady of the house I've found your taste I believe. We may meet. We may not, that is up to destiney.

 But if we do meet, I will love you till the end of time.~

Love , Yours truly

P.S. I will give you another note to find me.~ (2 years time)"

Little did she know that; that day would be '2 years time'...

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Your P.O.V.:

[I didn't put these here.? Did I? Damn I can barely remember what happened last night.]

Then all of the memories from last night came in like a storm in the middle of nowhere. 

[I was on a date with my boyfriend....] [Then he said he wanted to go to the playground, we seen Sheela. We both stopped walking, Sheela came towards us, more like my boyfriend (Daniel) because she gave him a hug. Daniel gave a big sigh, turned to me and took both of my hands into his and for a second I thought he was going to purpose but in the next second he was breaking up with me.] I get into bed text my boss that I don't feel good today and I would be out. [Damn. I can barely remember what the hell happened after that.] Probably because of all the adrenaline and emotion going through my head. [I screamed something but can't remember what it was all I remember was the look on his face, but by the way Sheela hugged him not me tells me he was cheating on me with her. And the most hurtful thing that happened was that Sheela was smirking at me. That meant I didn't have a friend anymore I had an adversary

(Adversary:one's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.)

I open my eyes. I start to cry, and cry, and cry, as I start to drift back off to sleep.

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His P.O.V.

As I walk up to her door I start to fiddle with the poem/note, I want her to find me so badly but I know if you cut a heart string it can mess up your  whole life, let's just hope that; that  recent break up  won't give her depression~ [I can't wait for her to find me!♡]

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