When Sophie had met Fitz, it had been a cute little crush. Nothing more, yet nothing less. And so nothing to worry or ponder about, except when her daydreaming flickered to a certain movie-star smile. How she wished life could turn around.

Soon, though, the tiny seed of a crush sprouted, and so did the flowers inside her lungs. It was just another adorable laugh at some joke she'd made, but she had coughed like crazy.

Running to the bathroom, the coughing seemed to only get worse until a single rose petal fluttered to the tile floor. Picking it up, Sophie noted how strange it was to be perfectly shaped and to have been flung from her own throat. The coughing seemed to have ceased, so she gently placed the single petal in a hidden back pocket of her black leggings.