Jan

Flowers are life for some, poison for others.

You have been dating your boyfriend Ian for a long time, who has always tried to please you because he truly loves you and wants to do everything to make you happy.

On your first date, you immediately said that you only love wildflowers picked by your loved one, because then it’s done with soul.

You said that once, and after that, he brought you wildflowers he'd picked himself to every meeting. You didn't even notice how they left his hands covered in red spots, which he tried his best to hide.

Today was your anniversary. He, naturally, had everything organized and already prepared a bouquet of wildflowers. But apparently, he felt even worse: when you arrived, he fainted before he could even sit down at the table.

You immediately called an ambulance. The paramedics said it might be an allergic reaction, but no one but him knew what it was. You were both taken to the hospital, where he received an injection to make him feel better.

When he woke up, you were holding his hand tightly:
— What are you allergic to? Why didn't you tell me?

"I'm sorry... I just didn't think it would be this bad. I really didn't mean to ruin your evening," he tried to change the subject so you wouldn't forbid him from giving you flowers.