"I'm gonna be late for school, god damn it!" I yelled at myself, throughout my choking fits. The purple petals arise throughout my throat and get choked up, Eventually landing outside of my body. I have no idea how they grew inside of my body, but they eventually make it outside of my body, so I figured it would end soon. The coughing fits would stop and i'd be able to continue classes as usual. I haven't told anybody about this. Just saying that I have a throat infection, to explain why i'm coughing so much. I mean, i'm pretty sure this is a throat infection, but I haven't gotten checked out by a doctor yet. Yuito is waiting for me at the school gates to walk to class together, I need to get myself together and go. I hate my coughing fits. Flower petals grow in everybody's throats, the only difference is how fast we deal with them. Not only was the flower petals inconvenient, But when I got the gate, Yuito wasn't even there! This isn't the first time that Yuito wasn't at the gates for me. I mean, Why would he wait? I've been sick and coughing, i'm honestly surprised he doesn't wear a mask around me. I wish i could go back and not catch feelings. I wish I could go back and have walked away from Yuito that day. To be fair, He wasn't the best person. Still isnt, but hes "better" now. I remember that day well.
Hey, can I sit here?" I asked politely to the random stranger on the bench. "Yeah, whatever." He replied, coldly. I grabbed my lunch out of the bag and he looked at me weirdly, like food was never invented before. "Why are you eating lunch with me? You're fucking weird." He said, Staring down my food. "Hey, I don't know what your fucking problem is." I said, Taking my finger and shoving it against his chest. "But this isnt your fucking bench." I continued. "If you wanna own a fucking bench, carve your name in it, or make me move. Otherwise, Shut the fuck up, and eat a dick." I said."So, Are you going to claim the bench, or be nice?" I said, Looking over at him. "Fine." He said, looking away again. I wonder if he was embarrassed to get dominated by a girl over a bench. "Yuito." He said. Nothing before, nothing after, just- "Yuito" - I was honestly confused. I shook his hand. "Ayano Terushima"
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Hanahaki: The beautiful disease
General FictionAyano Terushima is a 15 year old, who attends high-school. Ayano ends up throwing up purple flowers, but she can't seem to understand what it could be. Read as Ayano tries to understand who is the cause. But will she figure out the cause before its...
