His coughing echoed in the bathroom as blood dripped down his chin. His hand trembled as he breathed heavily, a few purple flower petals covered in scarlet in his palm.

"Dammit..."

He grunted, throwing the petals into the sink, catching his breath. It had been like this ever since the two of you broke up: coughing fits ending with bloodied flowers in the trash...

He grabbed his phone and immediately texted you, asking to meet in person as soon as possible.