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She wanted a banana. Something she shouldn’t be thinking about on this day, but still a banana. It made her feel queasy and fluttery to think that she still wanted that feeling of today, when everyone was dressed to the nine. Women clad in pantyhose that would a struggle to be taken off in the heat of the moment, but still they probably relished the idea of having to struggle.

Pink and red, displayed everywhere, various heart-shaped objects mingled around, and roses. Roses, which were her favorite being handed to each and every female imaginable, except her. She wanted to cry as she thought about that bloody banana. Why was it that when this day came around she was left to fend for herself?

Last year she received from an anonymous person a teddy bear. A stupid white teddy bear with a tiny red heart in the middle of its belly. It was beyond embarrassing as she stared at its wiggly eyes shake about. When she got the chance she threw it in the bathroom trashcan, marking its eyes with a black marker.

Was she bitter? Yes, but only because of someone that she deeply cared about had decided to “cool off for a bit.” That was two years ago, she decided she was done with the cool-off period, she wanted the burn.

 Did she still want him back? Of course! The previous year she sent him a very luxurious watch. She even watched through his bedroom window as he opened his present and slowly put it on. It’s funny, because he didn’t take notice that their initials were engraved under the watch itself. This year she saved up enough money to gift him an enormous life-size picture of herself in a…exposing manner. She just knew he was going to be at her feet when he took a look.

Retrieving a banana after shuffling in her bag, she peeled it and took a bite. Watching from that vantage point, she could clearly take in his bedroom. It was the same as she remembered, green blankets and two bureaus rammed against the opposite wall.

A few minutes ago, she had witnessed him go into main door of his apartment. It was a matter of seconds before he clambered about in the funky mood he always got in this time of year, just like she did. That said so much to her than actual words did.

Peeking through the window she leaned forward as she noticed his figure come in. But he wasn’t alone. He was getting hot and heavy with a skank! When did she appear, she thought. Fuck, was he being seduced by this stupid bitch?

She watched, her eyes enlarge as she witnessed horrid acts, something that she should have been initiating. Her gift was thrown out of the way and she stared at it, lonely on the floor, a bit crumpled as the strange woman had sat on it.

Throwing her banana on the ground—she no longer had the appetite for it—she walked away, thinking next year for sure, she would achieve her goal, her burn that burned through her. There was always his birthday. Or next weekend.

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Did anyone find it creepy that she somehow found a way to get into his apartment and place her naughty photo in his bedroom? My characters have a creepy, strange, bizarre mind of their own.