On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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The next morning dawned with the promise of a routine day ahead. I groggily completed my morning rituals, the habitual sequence of washing up and devouring a quick breakfast. My laptop blinked to life as I settled into my workspace, ready to plunge into the day's tasks. But just as I was about to click open my first document, a sharp ping from my phone shattered the silence.
I glanced at the screen warily. It was that same unknown number that had plagued my night with unsettling messages. My heart quickened, unsure of what to expect this time. The message flashed on the screen innocently enough: "Good Morning my Love."
I hesitated, deciding not to respond immediately, hoping it would discourage further contact. But before I could set my phone down, another message popped up, this time more assertive: "Sweetheart, reply to me or you wouldn't like me coming into your room to wish you Good Morning, would you?"
Fear gripped me. Who was this person and how did they know where I lived? Reluctantly, I typed back a terse "Morning," hoping it would appease them enough to leave me alone.
His response was unsettling: "Good Girl." Two simple words that sent shivers down my spine and set off a cascade of butterflies in my stomach. What did they want from me? Why were they fixated on me?
Another message arrived, this one a strange mix of possessiveness and charm: "My beautiful, never ignore my messages. Remember, never. If you ignore me once, you might find me in your room next time (maybe somewhere else too😉)."
My fingers hovered over the screen, paralyzed with unease. I replied hastily, "Okay."
"Good," came their quick response. "Now get back to your job, baby. We'll talk later on."
I set my phone down, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered like a fog around me. Who was this person, and how far was he willing to go? The day ahead suddenly seemed more daunting than any I had faced before.
After that unsettling morning, I forced myself to focus on work, trying to bury the unease that still lingered. Hours passed in a blur of spreadsheets and emails, each ping from my phone making me flinch. By the time evening rolled around, I had managed to put the messages out of my mind long enough to cook and eat dinner. Only then did I reluctantly pick up my phone and respond to the mysterious sender's messages, keeping my replies brief and impersonal.
Nightfall brought a semblance of peace as I settled into bed, hoping for an uninterrupted night of rest. But the persistent ping of a new message shattered my hopes. It was him again, wishing me goodnight in a tone that alternated between endearing and unsettlingly possessive.
Days turned into a week, and the strange correspondence continued unabated. Each morning brought a greeting filled with an odd mix of affection and menace. Throughout the day, sporadic messages would arrive, to which I replied with the bare minimum, hoping to discourage further interaction. As the days passed, I grew accustomed to his presence in my inbox, though his identity remained a mystery that gnawed at me.
