“There’s no one here,” she whispered. The street was deserted, and the tall buildings stood silent. All the children in the neighborhood were asleep. She looked around carefully, scanning every corner as far as her eyes could reach, but she didn’t see a single soul.
“Hmm… maybe it’s a child playing a prank,” she thought. Just as she was thinking about this, something brushed against her foot. When she looked down, she saw a beautiful, rare rose lying there. It was so exquisite that she had never seen a rose this stunning before. Its beauty seemed to draw her irresistibly.
Unintentionally, she picked it up and brought it closer, inhaling its scent. She took a long, deep breath. The fragrance of the rose was so enchanting that words could hardly describe it. What is this? She wondered.
Then she noticed something else. Tied to the rose stem with a delicate bow was a small piece of paper.
She looked around once again, hoping she might catch sight of someone, but there was no one there. Nothing at all. The street remained empty, silent, as if it were holding its breath.
“What could this be?” She whispered.
Carefully, she opened the paper so that the rose wouldn’t be damaged, and she untied the delicate bow. She didn’t know why, but she felt restless, desperate to see what was hidden beneath it. Her heart was beating faster as she unfolded the small piece of paper.
It read:
My beloved red rose,
This letter is written in your name.
Ask this heart about the state of its restlessness,
a heart that, even after seeing you, still longs to
Meet you. I am dying a little more with each other.
passing day. I would rather fade away than see
You love someone other than me
Do not ask who I am
I am the one who is closer to you than anyone else.
yours,
Lover
Anonymous
After reading the letter, she sank into deep thought. In one hand, she held the unfolded letter; in the other, the rose. She couldn’t understand who could have written something so beautiful for her. Could it be that this letter wasn’t meant for me at all? She wondered. Maybe someone meant to throw it somewhere else, and it accidentally fell onto my balcony.
But then another thought crossed her mind. If someone had thrown it by mistake, wouldn’t they know by now?
“I’ll go outside and see who it is,” she whispered to herself.
Then she stopped. She didn’t want her sister to wake up or notice anything. Quietly, she picked up the beautiful rose from the balcony and took out her personal diary, the one she kept hidden deep inside the cupboard. Without making a sound, she gently placed the rose inside it and put the diary back where it belonged.
She was scared while doing all this, but she had fallen in love with the rose and wanted to keep it safe. If someone is outside and this rose belongs to them, I’ll return it, she told herself. What should I do? After a moment, she decided, I’ll keep it for now. They must have more roses, anyway.
Suddenly, a thought struck her mind. She looked again at the letter in her other hand and reread it slowly.
The light of my eyes…
Her eyes widened.
“How could I forget this?” She whispered. “This must be him. It’s definitely him.”
A small smile curved her lips.
“He’s the only one who could love me this much,” she murmured.
“Naughty boy.”
She hid the letter in the cupboard and then lay down to sleep, as if nothing had happened
She was running late for university again.
“Where are my books? I kept them right here yesterday,” she said anxiously.
“I didn’t touch any of your things!” Her sister shouted from the kitchen.
“Okay, I’m not even saying anything,” she replied, still searching. She looked for her books as if she had placed them somewhere and then completely forgotten. Maybe I put them in the cupboard," she thought.
When she opened it, her books were lying neatly inside.
“Thank God, I found my books,” she breathed in relief.
As she lifted them, her diary caught her eye.
How could I forget the letter? She thought.
She placed her diary aside on the chair and closed the cupboard.
“I’m heading to the university,” she called out as she walked toward the stairs.
“Okay,” her sister replied. “But come home early today. We have to go to the airport.”
She paused for a moment. “I’m donating my books. Do you want to give yours too? Her sister asked.
“Yes, I’ve put them on the table. You can pick them up from there,” she said.
She checked her bag once again, making sure everything was in place, and quietly left the house. The morning light filtered through the windows, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness for the day ahead.
She stepped in through the door.
The classroom was silent as the professor was delivering the lecture, yet her eyes were searching for someone.
“Hello!” A voice whispered.
She turned slightly.
“Where are you? You’re late today,” she said.
“There was an event today,” he replied.
“I’m organizing it.”
“Music night?” She asked.
“Right,” he said.
“You look very smart today, my rose,” he murmured, leaning closer to her face.
“Is there any problem?” The professor asked, looking directly at the two of them.
“Nothing, sir. Everything’s fine,” the boy replied quickly.
He took the seat beside her, sitting close enough that their shoulders almost touched. He lowered his head toward the desk so the professor wouldn’t notice and looked at her with eyes full of affection.
“I won’t be able to concentrate if you keep looking at me like that,” she whispered.
“Today, you’ll have to come with me,” he mumbled.
She felt herself getting distracted. Still keeping her eyes towards the projector, she asked in a low voice, “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he replied with a smile.
“Um…really,” she hesitated.
“Is there a problem?” He asked, concerned with flickering in his eyes.
I can’t break his heart, she thought to herself.
She hadn’t forgotten anything. On one side, she had to go to the airport; on the other side, there was him. After a brief pause, she chose him.
“Perfect,” the boy said softly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
The class had ended, and the break had begun. Students were leaving the classroom one by one, yet he was still looking at her.
“Come on, it’s break time,” she said as she stood up from her seat.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” He replied.
Before she could react, he caught her hand, pulled her closer, and gently settled her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly.
“Someone might see us,” she whispered, her voice tense.
“No one will,” he said calmly.
He lifted her hair aside with his hand and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
Her sensations began to intensify, yet she didn’t want to stop him. Fear lingered in her heart that someone might walk in and see them. The boy’s hand moved slowly over her waist as he lifted her slightly, positioning her legs so that one rested on each side of his. His hands traveled from her waist upward until they reached her face.
As the boy’s hands slowly traced every part of her body before finally reaching her face, her sensations intensified with each passing second. Fear still lingered, fear that someone might walk in and see them, but it no longer had the strength to stop her. This was the first time she had experienced feelings like this, unfamiliar yet overwhelming. She wanted to lose herself in him, to melt into his presence. She couldn’t find the words to speak; she could only feel deeply, intensely, letting the moment take over her completely.
His hands had now reached her face.
“Someone might see us,” she said, placing her hand against his chest, her voice barely above a whisper.
“At this moment, you belong only to me,” he replied
He lifted one hand and placed it gently against one of her rose-tinted cheeks, then cupped the other with his second hand. He looked at her with an intensity filled with deep affection.
“I love you. You are only mine,” he said.
As he spoke those words, he held her by the waist and pulled her so close to himself that there was no distance left between their bodies at all.
He placed one hand gently on her waist and the other on the back of her neck. Her senses were heightened so intensely that he could feel her heartbeat against him.
“Even if someone sees us, I don’t care,” he whispered.
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths meeting in a way that made her feel as if she were melting into him.
“I love you too,” she murmured, surrendering herself to him completely.
As she said it, he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer. His hands moved to cradle her neck, closing the tiny space between their bodies. She responded fully, returning the kiss with the same intensity, her arms wrapping around him, lost in the moment.
The world outside ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was them, the kiss, and the fire of emotions consuming them both.
A loud bell rang, signaling the end of the break.
Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from him and sat down at the desk beside his, keeping a small distance. Why does the break feel so short? He wondered.
He looked at her and smiled, a playful glint in his eyes. Embarrassed, she blushed and returned the smile.
“Today’s our basketball match,” he reminded her softly.
“Oh, shit!” Johnny, one of his friends, shouted as he entered the classroom. “What happened?” He asked. “Come on, we’re getting late for the game. They’re waiting for you,” Johnny replied hurriedly. You guys go ahead; I’ll catch up.”
He turned back toward her, smiling warmly.
Today, she was feeling his presence more deeply than ever.
The university stadium was packed with spectators. All that remained now was the team leader’s grand entrance. When will he come? She wondered.
The moment he entered the stadium, both boys and girls began chanting his name. But he seemed completely unaffected by the crowd. His eyes were searching for only one person.
She immediately lowered her head, hiding behind the person sitting in front of her so he wouldn’t notice her.
“There you are,” he said suddenly.
“Let’s play a game today,” he said with a playful grin.
“Hey, VIP seat, clear it,” he added casually.
“VIP seat”? For what?” She lifted her head, and the person who had been sitting in front of her was suddenly gone.
Where did he go? She thought, confused.
He caught her gaze, winked at her, and started walking up the stadium stairs toward her.
What will I do sit in the VIP seats? she thought nervously.
Reaching her, he took her hand and gently led her down toward the VIP section.
“Sit here, my princess,” he said softly.
“This isn’t right… " Everyone is watching us,” she whispered.
“Everyone belongs where they deserve to be,” he replied calmly.
And saying that, he kissed her cheek in front of everyone.
She froze.
When she looked around the stadium, she realized the crowd was staring at her, not in shock, but with eyes full of envy.
Her heart was still racing.
The game had begun.
He was playing exceptionally well, just as he always did. He played with such strength and focus that his body was soaked in sweat.
He looked so cool," she thought, watching him.
“Goal!” The commentator shouted.
“Yahoo!” she whispered under her breath.
He and his team celebrated, jumping with joy, while the opposing team burned with frustration. Everyone had a weakness, the rival team’s leader thought to himself. His hands were still trembling.
She could still feel his kiss throughout her entire body. Football had never really been his passion. If she were here today, it was only because of him.
“One round over,” the commentator announced.
As soon as those words were spoken, both teams formed small circles, discussing their next move.
“We need to make this round a tie. Understood?” The opposing team leader said quietly.
“Done,” his teammates replied in unison.
“Let’s do whatever is written in our fate,” he said to his own team.
“Of course, we’re the ones who will win,” the team members replied confidently.
The game had entered its final stage.
Both teams were tying one single goal would decide who would win.
The stadium was filled with tension. There was restlessness everywhere, whispers spreading through the crowd.
“But what is this? The entire stadium is chanting just one name,” the commentator said in a serious tone. “
The round had begun.
The football rested at his feet.
He looked toward her and smiled just once before kicking the ball forward.
The goal seemed inevitable.
But suddenly, a rival team member blocked it and delivered a powerful kick toward the left side. As their leader struck the ball, chaos erupted in the stadium. The crowd surged, voices colliding in confusion.
“What’s happening over there?” He said anxiously.
One of his teammates came running toward him, panicking all over his face.
And what he heard next was something he had never expected.64Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnEVUaYjIed
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