Prologue
After striking some poses on the white screen at the front of those flashy cameras. Luca finally head home with a smile plastered on his lips. He never thought that that day was the luckiest day of his life.
"Home sweet home." His daily words every time he came home from school or work. When he was about to open the door of his house, he sensed something uncomfortable. And when he looked around, there's nothing to worry about, — just that his mailbox was stuffed with blue roses as it was stucked perfectly fitted.
His brows knitted together as a sign of affection. This is weird, weird because no one had ever done this to him or anyone in his family. Like once, no one. Since he was intrigued by vague thoughts, he stopped on his track. Instead of going inside his house, he proceeded towards that wooden box standing at the front of his fence.
He chanted a song, along with those flimsy feet reaching the mailbox. He opened it with gentleness that he haven't seen those golden-like wrapped chocolates fell on the clean grass.
As much as he love those kind of foods, he also had the conclusion of being nervous and creeped out. He fishes his hand inside and pulls out a red shining envelope. "They put some effort, wow." He hustled.
Once he opened it, another surprise caught him off guard. "Fuck!" He flinched and have almost shrieked at the sight of a preserved butterfly that was flocked on the opening of its envelope. But even if it's dead, it has a very nice kind of smell.
Luca cleared his throat before pulling the paper inside.
Dear, Luca
I'm just a nobody, I've been working out in a gym every day. I go to the same school you attends. I wrote the novel called Stockholm Syndrome, and I label myself straight. But that was before... After seeing you in a magazine, I can't help but wonder; why were you like that?
Your flawless skin impulsed the blood in my veins with greatness, the looks of your face pushed me on the edge of being aroused. And I can't help but search you, I can't help the feeling of not knowing your name... At first, I was just being a fanboy at an exact time, but later on, I can't get you out of my mind.
Your lips that were as plump as red roses, your hair that was seemingly high with tender smell and softness, the sweats you release, your collar bones, and that ocean blue of an eyes you have. I am fucking kinda love how you smile and laugh with Peter too. I swear to god, I would never free you.
Hoping we can be together one day.
Sincerely,
Your future husband
Luca's mouth started drying while knees gone through crumbling just like his sweats rendered to begin running cold on his body. Everything's blurry now, everything's not fine. It was like his heart's going to explode out of his chest any time soon.
"What the fuck?" He whispered.
