“Devil’s roses”


He would buy me roses, the yellow ones with the red tips. Two months later, he told me that the devil told him we were meant to be together. The roses where the devil’s pick.


Aftermath: That night I ended it. He stalked me a few weeks. Luckily he moved and I never heard from him again.


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