Three weeks had passed with no flowers.
The pit in my stomach was nearly gone.
But it was the first time I had truly started to question.
Why had he started sending me flowers in the first place?
And how did he know who I was?
And where in the world did he come from?
And what in the world did he look like?
Why did he put so much effort into sending flowers to a simple girl like me,
when I had never even seen him in real life?
I jumped into this situation unsafe and unsure of the consequences.
Was it truly worth it?
All I was doing was obsessing over flowers
and a boy I had never even seen.
His name probably wasn't even Luke.
I had been cheated.
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a/n :: updating during french class yeet
