It’s supposed to be yours and Leo’s anniversary for when you two started dating. But that flower wilted quickly, as it landed on the only day that Leo dreaded every year to come. The day the whole mistake with his mother had sparked. And it created a wildfire that roams free through his emotions. You could usually sooth it, but no amounts of water could put out this infinite flame.

So things went quickly sour when you came into his cabin, giving him a flower that you thought reminded you of his sweet gentle demeanor. But it had its flaws that you loved. You didn’t know this would land you in a middle of an argument with him giving you blunt and victimized treatment that made you feel pained.

His emotions get the best of his capitulated mind, after you told him how such of a child he was acting like and how you just wanted him to calm down. He jerked back from your reached out touch, thirsty for something to take out this starved feeling for violence and something for its victim. He reached to the flower that you set on his work bench. Before this all started. It imminently welted into ash that slowly silt down to the floor.

His fists balled at his side as he turned to you. Your face ridden with a wrinkled expression that looked like it bit back poison that it was about to spew. You took a lengthy breath, it choked in your throat. “You’re sick.” You feigned.

His face waved with recognition as he gently let go of his wrath pushed fists. “I-“ he pushed back his ruffled up hair. Reaching for words he cannot consume.