Flaming Passion for You

Flaming Passion for You

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I wake up every morning to go check the mail and a box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses with a note that says " Soon" on it is sitting on my door step and there is always a little heart drawn out of blood on the back of the note. Do I have an lover or is someone out to get me? There is a mysterious red headed man that follows me everywhere. His hair is long he's quite tall and he wears a long red coat and black dress pants. I don't know who he is but he always has a camera and every time I look over at him he looks down as if he thinks I didn't see him. Is he the one who leaves the red roses and a box of chocolates by door and a note that says " Soon" . Is he the admirer?
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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