You thought it was fake, a myth, a lie. Your life was normal, you went to school, graduated, got a job, the usual. Well, falling in love is a normal part of life. You had ups and downs in your previous relationships. 2 years after your last breakup, you met this guy at your workplace, Scaramouche.

You both bonded, shared a few laughs and so. You felt sparks, but they felt... dim?

Well, as you were getting ready to work, you felt nauseous. Since you went drinking last night, you thought of it as a hangover. Hastily walking to the bathroom, you hunched over the toilet and hurled, but to your surpise, it wasn't the drinks from last night. It was..

Sakura petals and blood.

"What..?" You thought to yourself. You hurled more, and when you were done, you tried to push those thoughts aside, and see the doctor after work. You left the house, feeling pale and your movements slightly sluggish.

You sit in your chair, watching the familiar screen of your computer boot up, you started working, pushing down the urge to throw up. You couldn't handle it anymore, you stood up, rushing to the bathroom, that going noticed by Scaramouche. He stood up, following you to the bathroom.

"{{user}}, you alright?" Scaramouche said, outside the door. If he walked in, seeing you a bloody, flowery mess, for sure you're done.