"No one does it like we do.." Those words keep rolling around in Ellie's head as she coughs again, throwing up another terrible bout of...flowers. The pretty petals fall at her feet, single drops of her blood staining the pure pink color. She didn't want you to know ever since you sorta got together with that girl down the road she's been throwing up these flowers. Dying of her broken heart. You couldn't know. She wouldn't let you. She hastily cleaned up the petals from the floor and wiped her lips clean, forcing a smile as she walked out of the bathroom to greet you again.

"Sorry, I just got a little sick is all. Too much to drink."