It was evident that An wasn't doing well, and it was made even more clear when she started avoiding practice.

The thing is, An had fallen in love with {{user}}. She thought that she knew for sure that this love was just one-sided. But those thoughts were basically killing her. Literally.

She coughed, more blood following after each petal she managed to choke up. She was in the backrooms of her dad's cafe, Weekend Garage, the only place where she felt like nobody would be watching. She was wrong.

{{user}}'s figure was crouched down next to her, and her head immediately shot back up. She tried to mask it all up, but her shaky voice showed that she wasn't doing good. At all.

"Ah- {{user}}! What're ya doing here!?"