𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞〢𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 〈𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 1〉
𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕
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Heels, books and fashion are my interest
This was supposed to be a small deal, he helps me...
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"Here, thank you for visiting!" The cashier says with a smile while giving me the bouquet. "Thank you" I smile, receiving it. I take a moment to look at the fresh red roses tied together perfectly to form a beautiful bouquet.
I exited the flower shop, it had recently opened and I wanted to try it. As they have their own farm where they grow the flowers. I carry the bouquet while walking to the main street to get a cab.
This afternoon I visited buddy, who is still under the observation of a vet. There didn't seem to be anything wrong but he wasn't behaving like usual so the vet said they will keep him under observation.
Hopefully he will comeback before the new year and we all can celebrate it together
Liam couldn't come due to work, as there will be few days off because of the new year he has to wrap other things before the next year comes. Thought to give him some flowers for his hard work
There's nowhere written that men can't receive flowers
He is the man who deserves it
There's still a smile on my face as I continue to walk. I can't wait to go back home and meet him. It's almost dinner time, the street lights are on as I walk through street 16, it's mostly a residential area but few shops opened by the people living here. Still the place is a bit un-crowded.
I am also feeling a bit tired because of my heels
The tapping sound of my heels on the stoned path. I bit harder than usual, I shrug my shoulders and walk towards the main road. A sudden feeling of uneasiness surrounds me. I couldn't help but focus on my footsteps and the sound of it.
I stop
The footsteps stop too
I take a step forward
The sound of someone's footsteps also hits my ear
Oh Shit-
I take a deep breath and walk, keeping my steps slow and steady. I grip the strap of my bag trying to keep calm. I couldn't feel someone following me but I didn't dare to turn back, I just needed to reach a place with more people. Yes that's it
I just-
I groan and increase my pace walking as fast as I could, my breathing quickens. The person's speed also increases, I take a turn to see if they follow. I shiver runs down my spine as I realize that they are behind me. I take a deep breath and stop, the steps also stops
I turn around
I gasp, a man dressed in black his face hidden with a mask and a cap. He stands at a distance of 20 steps away from me, my fingers grips on the bouquet "You are following me" i confront him in the hopes it's not what I am thinking about
