Laura knew she had Harry hooked. She saw how he watched her from across the office, the surreptitious notes he “accidentally” left on her desk, the caution he displayed, trying not to intrude—enough to be noticed without being feared.
His charms never bore fruit, but she appreciated his gentleness. She assumed he would let go once she transferred to another city to assume a new post.
She thought they were a hilarious joke at first—one of her colleagues at the old office forwarding them, perhaps. But they started showing themselves—inside her locked apartment.
“I will always love you.”
The shivers down her spine started. She searched Harry’s name online in a frenzy—but found his obituary.
The notes refused to stop.
Soft murmurs woke her one night—they belonged to a voice she knew too well. Only—it was pleading.
“Laura, don’t ignore me.”
Unseen hands pressed her shoulders—cold, suffocating. Her breath caught.
She had refused him in life.
But not forever.
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