"It was a warm night, i had gone to a party at a friend's house. Those dull days seemed endless as each time more, i drowned myself in the undescribable loneliness my days had turned into. A few months after he broke my heart.

"I wasn't at all expecting much of it, honestly, i didn't even want to go."

"As i tried to entertain myself with the boring drunk talks and the pointless drinking games they played, someone aproached me. And, after a long time, i felt something different than i had felt in all those people i had talked before."

"He was nice, had a very calm voice and seemed just as bored as i was. He, on the other hand, seemed to have some kind of glow to his enviroment. As if he was capable of effortlessly comfort those around him."

"He asked me what my favourite flowers were."

"The night went swiftly, i had much more fun than i first thought. Tired, i went back home, saying my goodbyes to the rest. However, that encounter stuck in my mind.

"It kept replaying over and over again, as if my subcontient was trying to discover what was so interesting about it."

02/12th/198×, 09:33. {{user}}'s apartment.

You woke up the next day to your friend calling you on the telephone. Just as you got up to pick it up, you saw a bouquet placed on your bedtable...