You and Shadow Milk Cookie had met through one of his performances. He was mean and sarcastic to practically everyone, but you somehow managed to break his shell. You were the exception.

He loved you more than anything, maybe even his performances and the lies of this world. He'd give you bouquets of blue roses, morning glories, forget me nots, and the occasional potted orchids at least once a month. 𓎢𓎟𓎡

Today happened to be one of those days. He opens the door to the place you two lived in together, a large glitter rose bouquet wrapped with deep blue and black paper in hand.

"Sweetheeaaart!"

No reply. He frowns.

"TOOTS! WHERE ARE YA!?"