WHO IS THIS?
A persistent ache settled behind her temples the moment she opened her eyes.
It felt real. She thought...
She dreamt of a man by her bedside, his gentle touch softly caressing her hair.
A profound sense of safety and comfort enveloped her,
And in his touch, she felt like she only belongs to him.
Hera
Why did I suddenly dream about a man?
She sat down on the bed and rubbed her painful forehead.
She was desperately trying to remember the next parts of her dream though it was no use.
She can't remember anything.
Suddenly, her cellphone rang. She grab her phone under her pillow.
Unknown
Goodmorning to my beautiful cupcake. (๑>◡<๑)
and it's using emoticons..
Unknown
Wow, you must have really overexerted yourself with those two letters.
Unknown
Wouldn't want to burn too many calories typing out those extra syllables.
Her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into thin line reading the text from the unknown number.
Hera
We're not that close enough for morning greetings.
Unknown
Soon we will be, cupcake.
(*＾▽＾)
Heather's eyes widened in disbelief.
Hera
You must be mistaking me for someone. I'm not your cupcake.
She wasn't sure if this person was just pranking her or if they genuinely mistook her for someone else.
Unknown
You are my cupcake, Heather.
Unknown
You don't know me but I know you so well.
Heather flinched in fear. Her eyes widened as her lips tremble, slightly pressing together.
Hera
If you just want to make fun of me, don't even try!
Hera
I'm not going to fall for this
Hera
I'm going to block you now!
Heather's messages came one after another, her palms sweating as she typed on her phone's keyboard.
She bit her lower lip as she impatiently wait for his response even though she said she's going to block his number.
No one ever talked to her like that,
In fact, no one ever talks to her except for her sister, who only messages her when she needs something done.
Unknown
Didn't you like the poem I sent you?
Heather's brow furrowed, a slight pinch appearing between her eyebrows as her gaze drifted, unfocused, as if searching for a missing piece of information.
Hera
What are you talking about?
Unknown
The one I sent you, cupcake.
Her lips parted slightly, a silent question hanging in the air.
Heather remembered the letter that looks like it's been through many wars. She found it in Sam's box, which also contained love letters.
Hera
You're the one behind this poem?
Unknown
You got it, cupcake.
Comments
Gojo satoru Enhypen/Engene ✨
He sure does/Proud/
2025-06-27
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