Belana

Posted Wednesday, March 27, 2024

1mo

ENFJ

Libra

2

1

143

Those days she felt like someone was watching her from behind. A hopeless romantic, she did enjoy the attention at the thought of finally reaching that ideal first greatest love, though, that illusion has devanished these days, when she noticed that she wasn't never alone, not even her room some nights. Lately, she felt as if at walking, someone shortened the distance by day. She wanted to look, but she couldn't. As if something inside her told her that doing so, would be the end. "The end of what?" She asked herself. Beautiful tulips started to arrive at her window which was at the 2nd floor, and the detail would have been touching, if wasn't for the 'cute' staircase made of wood decorated with little yellow flowers, which wasn't there before. Day by day she started to feel chills, a heavy breath always touched her even at a distance. And the little 'cute' presents could not be seen as precious since a scary note with no words but numbers from higher to lowest, as a countdown to something. That, from the day that she built courage and faced that stranger, who only lookwt at her and passed her by, having stared at her for a whole minute. D-Day came. She choose to stay at home, but someone forced her to run when she woke, it was her room whose she, the night before, had closed with locks. It was plain day, so she would be safe by running outside, right? But not so far away, when tired, she sat at the shadow of a tree, a heavy breath she felt, she jumped, scared, and faced the stranger. Him. She listened the words she always wanted to hear, but couldn't be more terrified than now. "I like you" he said. (edited)