On Valentine's Day, He Dyed Roses Red With My Blood

On Valentine's Day, a typhoon blew in out of nowhere. Trying to protect the things in my flower shop, I got cut by broken glass and ended up trapped in a corner with no way out. I called my boyfriend for help. Instead, he only took a bouquet of red roses soaked with my blood, saying he wanted to give them to his childhood friend. "Phoebe's been nagging me all day, insisting she wants the reddest, brightest roses for a photo to post on her feed. This bunch looks perfect to me!"