Ava’s POV
The past few days have been strange.
Every morning, I opened my locker and found a love letter and a rose. It started on Monday, and the routine was the same each day, a folded letter with elegant handwriting and a fresh rose, perfectly placed, just waiting for me.
After the first day that I opened it, I didn’t bother to open the letter again. I just tossed them straight into the trash without giving it a second thought. Who would send me flowers like this? It didn’t make sense.
But still, every morning, it was the same thing. The love letter. The rose. And my confusion grew.
Yesterday, though, something had changed. There was no rose, no letter. I thought maybe the person had stopped. Maybe they realized I wasn’t interested, or that it was all a mistake.
I didn’t know how
