[COMMON] Flower

Hanahaki Disease Scenario

Hurk-  

Cough-

It had become more frequent, he was retching now. [A] hated feeling the petals at the back of his throat. It was useless to try to cough all of them out, they just got stuck and bunched up. The better solution was just to expel it all.

After recovering a bit and rinsing his mouth out, he looked at himself. His eyes were sunken in and dark eye bags adorned his face. The lingering tang of petals still haunted his taste buds. He could still feel some stuck deep in his throat and others on his teeth.

[A] sighed, his lungs aching with the movement. He swallowed his breath. If he took shallow breaths and didn't move it wouldn't hurt. He could feel the roots of the flower curling in his lungs. A reminder that he had fallen hard for someone unattainable, someone who would never love him back.

At first, he hadn't known that he had fallen in love. He was perfectly aware of his feelings, he just didn't know that it was love. Love always seemed like too strong of a feeling and he didn't know what it was supposed to look like. Later, after some thinking, he finally realized. Love was spending time together and supporting each other. Knowing that [b] would have his back and he'd have his. For him, it was more. It was romantic. He wanted to be by [B]'s side for as long as he would have him. He wanted to be more intimate and share his devotion with shared kisses and lingering embraces.

It was hopeless, he was hopeless. It would never be. Not only did [B] already have a partner, but he had also expressed his disinterest in him long ago.

He had considered the surgery multiple times but had never settled on it. Hanahaki disease is hard to predict, especially when it comes to the after-effects of surgery. Some just lost their romantic feelings, others their ability to love, and the unlucky lost their ability to feel emotions altogether.

Today was different. 

Today he finally made up his mind. He would get the surgery and risk it. He was tired both of being lovesick and of the disease keeping him up.

He looked at himself again, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked out.