The Deadly Rose
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The woman had a mysterious aura to her, with her luscious, cascading, glorious black curls, gorgeous, petite body, and dark green eyes that could pierce even the most talented warrior. The man watched her day and night, continuously, until finally, he placed one red rose below her door. The woman walked home, her high heels clicking from a long night of work and she stopped, seeing the rose. "Simply beautiful," she said, picking it up with her long, manicured nails.
"Valentine, I couldn't stay away." He said, scooping up the woman in his strong, muscular arms. The woman smirked, kissing his cheek. "Your beauty is too mesmerizing, your intelligence is too astonishing, your wit is remarkable..." He slowed, gently setting the woman down. "You have something about you, that just makes everyone want to be you." The man whispered.
"I know, Michael, I love you." She said, pulling him into an embrace. The man suddenly fell to the ground, not breathing. "But you goddamn should've picked a flower that you weren't allergic to." Valentine sighed, kissing his cheek and pulling him inside her apartment building.
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