"Help!" you cried out in a fearful plea, but to no avail, as you stumbled and crashed over your own feet as the villains goons approach you with petrifying, and daunting grins on their face.. They reached out to grab you, you fought back. Kicking them and raising to your feet as you sprinted like your life depended on it, because it did..

you reached your home after a while, slamming the door and locking it at a fast speed.. You looked up with heavy, panicked breath, your eyes widened.

the villain, standing there with, Cyclamen flowers in hand, you knew the meaning.. The flowers are for deep love and devotion as he grinned down at you