I toss the rose bud into her trash before looking over at her bed, expecting to find her there. I approach the bed, slowly fisting the blanket tightly as anger warms my blood when I realize she isn't here, until I feel her approaching. I turn my head slightly with a smirk as she holds the tip of a blade against my neck. "There she is" I say slowly, smiling as I lean forward into the knife at the base of my neck, against my tattoo, ignoring her question of what I want from her.