[A medium bouquet of flowers addressed to Kay lies on his doorstep. By the time he discovers them, Jaune will be gone. Hyacinths spill out, delicately framed by the weeping spider lilies, bright red against the purple flowers. A few daffodils poke out, sunshine against the sorrow, while white heather protects. It's a strange combination, but he asked for help and Jaune hopes Kay gets the idea. Tied to the bouquet is a simple square card that just says in a messy scrawl:]
12/30
I'm sorry.