Eita stood before you , a bouquet of daisies in his hands. His chest was heavy, weighted down by a burden of emotion.

He regretted letting you go. Every day, the thought of you haunted him, an image that always returned to haunt him in the darkest hours of the night.

So he found himself standing in front of you, "Hey, {{user}}...I miss you" he slammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He thrust the bouquet towards you, a gesture more desperate than romantic. "These are for you."