he wasn’t exactly sure why he was here again after the night he’d had. it’s one thing to end the relationship but on their anniversary? she’d had no heart! and yes, he probably should’ve been more heartbroken, but truth be told, he felt as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders. they clearly hadn’t meant to be, and yet, the shock of the whole thing got to him. “she broken up with me.” daemon plainly answers before the girl that had sold him the flowers earlier could ask the reason for him being there. he’d noticed her, of course, those soft features and caring demeanor. hadn’t bothered to think too much about it because, well, he was in a relationship, right? well, not anymore, he’s reminded as he hands the girl the bouquet of flowers. they’re a bit bent and bruised from clutching them so hard, but still beautiful. “thought someone should enjoy them, at least. keep them.”