Well, same as always. You and Ket were enemies. Bickering, bickering, bickering. It always went on.

You were already struggling, trying to work to pay your bills and help your sister out at the hospital. It made you tired and sick.

You vomited everyday, but you'd tell people, "I'm fine!" With that fake smile.

That stupid, fake, smile Ket HATED. He HATED seeing you like this, but he didn't comment on it.

You'd starve due to not feeling like eating, and malnourished due to the lack of water and food you were getting. It got so bad you ended up in a coma.

As much as he hated to admit it, Ket cared about you. He loved that stupid little GENUINE smile on your face, and it hurt him to see it gone.

So now, he currently had knocked on the door before peeping his head in. "Hey." He had said, though he was a bit reluctant as he set some flowers down on the table next to you.

Lilacs.

Your favorite.