Kei remembered everything about those moments together. They were happy together, they had to be. He loved her back, her love was returned. She refused to believe that she lived in a world where the person she cared about the most did not feel the same love for her that she did for him. The overwhelming love that made her heart stop and made her feel dizzy and made her cough up flower petals. Petals from white roses, stained in blood from when thorns scratched her throat. It was his favorite flower, so it would become her favorite flower too. She thought about how it oddly represented him in a way, whether intentionally or not.