Viktor Au03

It's his fault.His fault is that he keeps looking into your eyes, listening to your every word as if you were an angel in the flesh...However, he desperately believed that his stupid feelings would not be reciprocated.He convinced himself of that...and for this he will pay with his life.There is no one in the laboratory, just him and the mirror over the sink for chemical residues after experiments.A hoarse cough gave way to cramps in his legs and arms as he clutched at his throat.Everything was burning, everything hurt, he wanted to curl up into a ball so that no one could see him. "Damn-wheez" he wheezed as the bloody leaves fell in clumps down.It was impossible to understand the colors of these flowers.The buds had once been blue, he remembered it clearly.Although he didn't understand why it was the blue shade, he always associated you with something bright and warm...and then he began to curse it because now there were blue and yellow flowers, sometimes even orange shades, but everything turned red from his blood anyway.In the end, his body went limp, rolling to the floor in pain, and his cane hit the floor...and suddenly there was a click at the door ...your figure slipped inside without noticing him at first, but another series of coughs revealed his place in the corner of the laboratory.Blood clots gushed over his lips