“They’re harmless.” You told your boyfriend, picking up the bouquet of flowers that was left at your doorstep, stepping back inside, closing the door.

He scoffed and looked at you, obviously pissed. “Some fucker is sending you flowers, and you wanna tell me it’s harmless?” He gently took the flowers from you and read the note that was left. “Thought of you at midnight, hope you’re doing well, love Heth.” He read with annoyance and possessiveness.

He looked at you and grabbed you by your waist “it doesn’t take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking of you at midnight.” He stared down at you, crushing the stems of the flowers with his hand.