A Dark Romance

Epipen? What is an.. wait.

Florian was leaning next to me, his hand on his chest, his lips parted as he struggled to breathe. Wait. Epipen. Fuck.

"Florian," I said, right before jumping off the glass. "Where..."

I trailed off as he leaned up slightly, then pointed towards a long drawer that was right beneath a row of black shirts. With unparalleled speed, I ran down to the drawer and grabbed the first epipen I found, and immediately ran back to Florian.

I administered it as fast as I could, and he slowly went down on his knees, his chest heaving hard, his lips still parted.

"Come here," I said, sitting on the floor. Slowly, I pulled him back to me, till his head was resting on my lap, his eyes closed, his chest heaving fast.

"Maybe I should call the ambulance," I said, grabbing unto his hand tight, my eyes taking him in.

He slowly shook his head, a strained smile parting his lips. "If I am going down, I am going down because of you."

My brows furrowed before I realized I still had the