After lectures that day, I was walking home when I saw this girl. No, scratch that. The cloth she was wearing caught my attention. It was beautiful. I quickly brought out my phone, opened my camera and took a picture of her dress.
I saved it, I took up to three and she was totally unaware. I sat down at a corner to take a glance at the picture. But I couldn’t find it. I was sure I took it. I wanted to go after her, compliment her dress and ask her for a picture. But I didn’t have time for it.
I started walking back home, when I reached home, I entered the bathroom to shower. I walked in to meet the surprise of my life. Yes, the dress was already there, hanging on the long rail there, with a note that sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re marked already. The dress is yours but you belong to me now.”