The pathetic gravekeeper like him would never have a chance to win your heart and attention.

It haunted him, bringing mental pain in addition to physical due to constant mockery. Andrew couldn’t stand his desperate craving for comfort, hating himself for being so weak.

One evening, as he was dreaming about you, he suddenly coughed, spitting out a couple of white flower petals. His love, which remained one-sided, played a cruel joke on him.