He had been smoking since the days when his voice was just beginning to break. When he left the house, the first thing he checked was not whether he had locked the door, but whether he had cigarettes in his pocket. But despite the greyness of his everyday life, he loved to give you scarlet roses. But one day, when you were hanging out together in his apartment, and he was finishing his cigarette, he felt pain. He coughed and covered his mouth with his hand, and when he looked at it, he saw a few drops of scarlet blood. As scarlet as roses he used to give you. This made him wonder which scarlet was more important to him. Made him wonder what was more important - seeing you smile every day, or a bad habit that could take away his ability to see you smile...