Eugene Alonzo is tired of love. Why? His Mom died of it. His sister lost track of her life because of it. He thought that it was useless to love. He never even tried to build deep connections with people, afraid that one day he might grow dependent on them. They say that “no man is an island”. He didn’t believe it in the first place because he was taught that in this world, only you can be trusted. You only have yourself at the end of the day, after all. But his calculated decisions—not fate—lead him to the biggest turn he will ever do in his life: slowly embracing a field of paper flowers planted by Tristan Alastair Rodriguez, his polar opposite.