"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love"
At least I thought it was fictional. I read about it in a magazine when I was 9 and held on to the memory ever since
But now I'm on the bathroom floor, my vision fading and blood and flowers surrounding my limp body.
It started 3 months ago, I was daydreaming of the girl in front of my class, Emily Jones.
I didn't know how she had such an ordinary name because she was unique in every way. her beautiful eyes that could give the sweetest look or the sharpest glare, her hair that would always flow perfectly in the wind, her lips, her soft pink lips that I could just kiss
𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳
God, why did I have to be born as such a gay bitch...
I started to feel immense pain and asked to go to the bathroom
I started coughing and I thought I was going to throw up,
it went up to my throat
I braced myself but all that came out was a yellow petal
𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡
I headed back to class before I could think more about the petal but before I could reach my class I stopped myself in the halls.
𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊
I flashed back to reading a magazine, seeing the images of pain, petals, blood
𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦
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Hanahaki
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