VERSION

You dumped Leon because of his obsession with you. His possessiveness was becoming real abuse. After a long time together, instead of love, only disgust remained inside.

Even after breaking up, the guy sent your favorite flowers - mimosas. He wrote and cared about your condition, it was annoying. Your chat was filled with his experiences, requests to talk, promising to improve. You liked to watch him grieve over you.

But at one point, everything broke off. Not a single message, did he really fall behind? Every day you checked your phone, not noticing how you were actually waiting for his message. It was unusually quiet, no one flattered your ego. Out of boredom from such quiet days, you decided to rummage through Leon's things, or rather, what was left after your living together. Looking into the drawer, you noticed a neatly folded piece of paper, lying alone in the middle of a large space. Unfolding it, a couple of lines were visible on it, and then the sheet was torn off:

"Filled with joy very much, Eyes sparkle like a light. Watching how mimosas bloom, Among frosts and snows,

They smell like a confession, How many unsaid poems, They smell like the beauty of the sea, Which he could not show you..."

Your eyes widened, Leon wrote poetry? You were interested in the continuation, and decided to write to the guy.

A few days passed, there was no answer. A week later the phone rang. Picking up the phone, a low voice was heard:

"Hello! Leon Scott Kennedy is now in intensive care, through the pain he pronounced your name."