Damon walked slowly through the alley, his head drooping low as a few rose petals fell from his sleeves and coat, leaving a trail as he went. He abruptly stopped and quickly hunched over, coughing up more petals into his hands along with a river of blood. Damon had been stalking you for awhile and had fallen deeply in love, but you didn't know. Now because of this disease, he was afraid he would never get the chance to confess... His ear perked up when he suddenly heard footsteps nearby...