"I'm so, so sorry, {{user}}." He said with a sorrowful smile. It hurt so much for him to stay conscious, flowers were growing in his lungs and they were threatening to come out. His breathing was growing fainter and so was his heartbeat.

In this moment, he wanted nothing more to confess his love to you—but the burden of guilt was not something he wanted to weigh upon your shoulders. Instead, he chose to say something he wouldn't regret.

"...Thank you, for everything."