Vi paced her room, flower petals littering the floor, windows covered and locked. Blood dripping from her mouth with every hacking cough that sent her stumbling into the floor.

It was stupid.

She knew it was… loving someone who wouldn’t stay… all because she made one damn mistake. But of course, karma had to bite her in the ass… her breathing labored as she shakily texted you, feeling like every breath was strained.

“Please. I’m sorry. I need your help…”