Dicentra Spectabilis

The End

The sun glowed crimson as it set and took its light with it, just as life seemed to bleed out of the redheaded man draped over the immaculate mosaic tiles speckled with droplets of his crimson blood. The droplets stretched out until they flowed together as one scarlet stream past his outstretched arm and his knee bent at an obscure angle.

An expression of intense ecstasy adorned his face, his lips concretely curled up and his eyebrows slightly tilted. His locks of orange-red became saturated with crimson as did his grey suit.

The constant splatter of the blood dripping onto the road from the tiled pavement drew the attention of a girl walking by as she ran to his side and hurried to take his pulse.

Was she mistaken, or was there a faint throbbing she felt through his skin? Her face lit up as she realized there was one, and it grew stronger and stronger until the man coughed and opened his eyes, grabbing his head in his palms as he groaned.

"Hey, I'm here to help you. Can you please give me your name or address or someone's phone number to contact?"

Her plea didn't quite seem to reach his ears as he dropped his hands and closed his eyes. Her crestfallen expression mixed with concern as she checked his pulse again. It was weakening by the minute and she feared he would be gone in no time at all.

Her attempt to call an ambulance turned out to be in vain as her phone didn't connect. Her dismay deepened when she realized that there was no service at the place.

She hurriedly pushed back the loose black strands from her forehead, her brown eyes zoning in on a name tag on the front of his coat. Her fingers brushed away the droplets of blood dotting it as she pulled on her black-rimmed spectacles and read it.

Dicentra Spectabilis.

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