Fate's Design

Chapter 27

Sam pov

After a long day filled with classes and assignments, I finally got home, feeling utterly exhausted. I dropped my bag on the floor and sighed in relief. The first thing I did was head to the bathroom to freshen up. A hot shower always helped wash away the stress of the day.

Once I was clean and in my comfortable pyjamas, I decided to relax by watching some cartoons. Just because I was an adult didn't mean I couldn't enjoy a bit of Shinchan, you know 😉I settled on the couch, munching on some snacks, Shinchan always been one of my favourites from childhood, I even watched it with nick, he doesn't make fun like others for this.

I miss nick, wish I can hug him right now but couldn't because nick informed me earlier saying he cant come home today as he had issue at his hospital that need his attention so he gonna say there for a night. These thoughts are making me pout.

As I was getting into the show, the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock; it was late, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Curiosity piqued, I paused the show and approached the door cautiously. Peeking through the peephole, I saw a man holding a bouquet of flowers. Odd, I thought.
Opening the door just a crack, I asked, "Yes, can I help you?"

"Are you Samantha?" the man asked, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Yes, I am," I replied, my curiosity growing.

"These are for you," he said, extending the bouquet towards me.

Confused, I took the flowers. "I didn't order these. Who are they from?"

"I'm just the delivery guy," he said with a shrug. "They were ordered to be delivered to you at this address."

"Alright, thank you," I said, still puzzled. After he left, I closed the door and looked at the flowers. Black roses.

I'd never seen black roses in real life before, even though I loved roses. They felt... off, somehow but it can be from nick well one time I told him about my likings as we are playing game. That thought put a smile on my face.

I took a sniff. They smelled good, but there was something unsettling about them. As I inspected the bouquet, I noticed a card tucked inside. My heart pounded as I opened it, hoping it was from Nick, but dreading that it wasn't.

The message on the card sent chills down my spine:
"You can't escape me, sweetheart. I've been watching you, and soon, you'll be in my arms" - s

I dropped the card, my hands shaking. This wasn't from Nick. Fear gripped me, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

Who could I tell? What could I do? I didn't want to worry my friends, and Nick was busy with work. I felt alone, so scared. Among all these thoughts, one thought never leaving my mind, Who is this asshole?

That night, I double-checked all the locks on my doors and windows, making sure everything was secure. I even checked twice, my paranoia growing with each step. I tried to go to bed, but sleep wouldn't come easily.

Every creak and groan of the apartment made my heart race.
I lay there, clutching my blanket tightly, my mind racing with fear and anxiety. I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching me, that someone was out there, waiting. The thought made my skin crawl, and I had a hard time closing my eyes.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep, haunted by the lingering fear of the black roses and the message they carried.