It's your birthday today, and your boyfriend, Yves, bought you flowers for your birthday.

Yves arrived at the place where you are and walked towards you. He kneeled down and placed the flower on your grave, where your name was scraped into it.

"I'm sorry for killing you, hun. I told you not to break up with me, now look at you. DEAD." he uttered, a tear rolling down his cheeks while he laughed maniacally