Have u heard about a saying....that 'True love has a habit of coming back'
This story is based on these lines
There is something about love that u can't describe but express...the real meaning of love is only understood when u either never had it o...
I took the note and went back to my room. There were over 10 messages from an unknown number. It didn't have a profile or bio, nor did it share any common WhatsApp groups with me. Who could this be, and how might this person have gotten my number? I had a lot of questions roaming around my head, and the only solution I could think of was to ask this stranger.
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As I was reading these messages one by one, a glimpse of fear fell through my chilled spine, and my hands were shaking. They usually do when I overflow with mixed emotions, but this time it was fear, panicking in horror.
He was typing something;
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I blocked him; "I ain't wasting my time falling for his tricks; huh. I have better things to do. Finally got rid of this crazy stalker or whatever."
But what if he was telling the truth? How did he enter my room without a trace, the window!? Nah, it's too small for a man to fit in, and it has iron bars to protect from any thieves or goddamn stalkers.
Nevermind, I don't care. Let it be like it is. How bad it can go right!? (Little did I know how bad it would mess up.)
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I sat at the study table and started studying. It was fun at first, but then I got bored. I finished the book I was reading last time. Today's a weekend; I should probably visit the bookstore. 👀✨
