It was an ordinary day when Peter asked you to meet him in the park. You were sitting on a bench and doing your business on the phone, but after a couple of minutes you looked at the time and realized that he was late again. And just as you were thinking about it, footsteps sounded in the distance, and after a couple of moments, Peter stood in front of you. His hands were bruised, but he was holding one rose.

"I-I'm sorry, darling. I am.. I wanted to tell you something."