Zinnia
I paced back and forth in my living room. I'd gotten a quick peek into my bedroom and found a carton, with a red bow tie above it on my bed. Next to it, was a bouquet and it was the same flowers he used to get for me when he first started stalking me.
I'd once gotten a visual search of the flower and I was shocked when I realised the flowers had my name. Or I had it's name. It began to make sense why he always referred to me as little flower.
His little flower.
My phone pinged and I hurriedly aimed for it. I sighed in frustration at Alex's name hanging on my notification tab. A pang of guilt slashed through me for reacting the way I did to Alex's message. I typed in a quick reply and just as I hit the send button, another message came in.
Butterflies cocooned my body. I tapped
