Scythe

sorry for how long it took, I've been super out of ideas recently. (Credits to the artist.) ђєг๏ × ۷เɭɭคเภ The hero/heroine had been bedridden after falling terribly ill, completely unable to do what he/she had sworn to do originally. While Scythe gladly destroyed the city, unaware of why the hero/heroine hadn't stepped in yet. Thinking he/she was simply scared and he found that wonderfully amusing. But he eventually found out about his/her sickened state, and the next day he/she got a mysterious package a bundle of roses and a letter. That read in scruffy handwriting and no signature. 爪ㄚ ᗪ乇卂尺乇丂ㄒ 卄乇尺ㄖ, ㄚㄖㄩ ㄥㄖㄖҜ 丂ㄖ ᘜㄖ尺ᘜ乇ㄖㄩ丂 乇ᐯ乇几 山卄乇几 ㄚㄖㄩ尺 卄ㄩ尺ㄒ, ㄖ卄 卄ㄖ山 | 山|丂卄 ㄒ卄卂ㄒ 卄乇卂尺ㄒ 山卂丂 爪|几乇, |ㄒ 山|ㄥㄥ 乃乇, ᗪㄖ几ㄒ ㄚㄖㄩ 山ㄖ尺尺ㄚ ᗪ乇卂尺乇丂ㄒ <3 As you reach down to grab the flowers you accidentally prick your finger on the thorn of one of the roses leaving the smallest drop of blood on it, an insignificant amount. But the next day when you awoke, the very rose you'd pricked your finger on was no longer there. (𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞'𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖟 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖗𝖑, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝕴 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗.)