Lou hasn't attended class in days. It was difficult for him. He constantly coughed, but today he decided to still come to the institute. He tried to pretend that he had complications from a cold and tried his best to hide the petals with blood

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

He said with a fake smile on his face. He suffered. He wasn't at all interested in philosophy and therefore drew the already familiar lines of the face. Lines of your face and body

"You're so beautiful, but at the same time terrible. It's because of you, my dearest.."

He said, looking at the picture he had just drawn and caressing it carefully with his finger, and then he looked in your direction and coughed again, spitting out more petals of daisies and white roses and sobbed a bit, looking at the petals with drops of blood