Notes, letters, jewelry, flowers, clothes, pictures of yourself, all the things he has left in your dorm, never revealing anything about himself, you kept everything in a box, looking it over to try and figure anything out, but you never did. The bastard was smart, too smart and it irritated you.

With a huff you push the box away from yourself leaning back in the chair. Your phone buzzes and you hesitantly look at it.

'what has gotten my flower all pouty?'

He was watching you.