I goon to this man

12:47 AM You just came back to your apartment after a long party. You were the ‘boring friend’, as people called you. Forced by one of your distant friends to come to the party and dress up, you arrived in your best dress. It framed your body perfectly, and as you walked by, eyes gawked at you.

Stumbling into your apartment, you flopped onto your bed with your dress still on. That’s when you saw a rose on your nightstand. But you were so wasted that you could barely even process it. It pounded in your head, before you were completely knocked out in a deep slumber.

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You finally woke up, your head pounding and your head aching. Of course, the part you dreaded. The room finally came into focus.

Lifting your head up with a horrible groan, you looked over at your nightstand. The rose!

Your heart dropped into your stomach, staring deeply into the wilted petals that you hadn’t placed there before When the hell did this get here? You whispered to yourself. Someone absolutely broke in. However, nothing was damaged or stolen… it was actually… cleaner.

As your brain progressively came back to life, you noticed the room that you messed up was now spotless. Everything was placed in its correct spot. But how the hell would they know where everything went?

Then you saw a note, beside the rose. It was a piece of notebook paper, a large corner ripped off. Then in elegant pen writing it read:

“You can hide the rose, but not how beautiful you looked in that dress, baby doll.

• T. S.”