Roses and Daisies

She bought me flowers.

What was I thinking?

Does she know I’m allergic?

He looked at them oddly. God, does he hate me now?

I sniffed them, hoping they wouldn’t be roses.

I found him a bouquet of roses and daisies.

Uh-oh.

He looked panicked.

I fumbled for my EPI pen.

Oh… he’s allergic.

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I woke up in a sterile room. She was sat next to me.

I should’ve known he was allergic!

I smiled. She meant well.

He smiled, and opened his mouth. No doubt to call me stupid.

“Well… I suppose you could say I’ve fallen for you,”