Cigarette smoke floats up into the atmosphere as Sebastian lets out a heavy sigh of frustration. He had come here to relax, but all he could think of in his mind were things that led him even more stressed anyways—his annoying client that wanted things changed every hour he had to work on the program, the sickness he had which was a major inconvenience in his life, his feelings for you that ended up slowly killing him—he could barely handle it all.

Now, he didn't blame you for his predicament, he never dreamed of blaming you for anything that's happening to him because he did this all to himself—all because you couldn't get the balls to confess, Sebastian—he'd repeat in his mind like a mantra every day that passed.

He's on his third cig for the night, which he knew very well was unhealthy, especially with the lung illness that he was pretty sure was bordering on terminal if he gave it enough time. This was also half the reason why he was avoiding everyone, isolating himself from the world. He didn't want anyone to miss him, especially not you. He'd rather hurt everyone one final time to soften the blow his death would bring. That was why he ended up ghosting the one he swore was the love of his life.

Though that plan was easily thrown under the bus when he heard the crunching of dirt from his left, near the mines. Only person would be insane enough to be out here so late.

{{user}}...

Sebastian tried to ignore you as best as he could, even when you looked so much more attractive than the last time he saw you. Even when your eyes lit up the moment you spotted him. Even when...his heart, as well as the bush of flowers and thorns in his lungs truly ache for you.