⚠️DISCONTINUED/OLD⚠️ The petals I bleed || Hanako x Yashiro

Research on 'hanaki'

I heard Aoi talk about Hanaki once, she said it was in one of the light romance novel she read.

"It was so heart breaking when he let her die, they would've been such a good couple."

"wait how did she die?"

"Hanaki, do you want me to tell you about it?"

"oh, yes please m'lady"

"well-"

"YASHIRO I WILL STALK YOU AND KILL YOU IF YOU EVER SAY THAT TO AOI MY BELOVID EVER AGAIN!!!!"

"Akane, she was only joking!"

Aoi never got to tell me what hanaki was, well she told me what it looks like. A person who coughs up blood and flower petals, usually a crimson red colour flower.

The blood finally stopped, so did the petals. I was shaking. Tears at the verge of falling. Panting, I moved moved from my current position. I curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth.

I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die

NENE! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! T-There must be a cure, Right? Something that'll let me live?

I flushed the toilet, the sickening smell of bloody still hung in the air. But the evidence is gone. Mum and Dad will have one less thing to worry about. Well, if I could hide it well enough, but since they work most of the time it'll easy...

I hope.

I stumbled out of the toilet towards the kitchen and drank a glass of water, and spat if out. It help a lot, it washed most of the taste out of my mouth and broken bits of petal. I went towards my room, my head running circles. I brought a glass of water since it feels like the only thing that could help.

I should eat less, I'll bleed more if I eat too much. plus my ankles might thin out-

I shake my head. No, it must not be serious. Just a silly thing that'll go when I find the right medicine.

I sit down at my desk, place my glass down and open my laptop.

click click, tap tap tap tap. enter.

Annoyingly enough, it didn't have a clear answer, just links and links and questions that don't answer anything

"Wikapedia is reliable," I mumble to myself as I click on the link to Wikapedia.

"hanahaki is a fictional disease that happens when the victim experiences unrequited or one-sided love begin to cough or throw up petals or flower heads that flower in their lungs. the flowers will eventually grow large enough to render the lungs, making the victim unable to breath. There is no set time for when it suffocates the victim but it usually is 2 weeks - 3 months. lucky cases it lasts to 18 months. The victim will be cured if the feelings are returned or the flowers are surgically removed. But if the flowers are surgically removed then the victim may never experience romantic love again or recollection of what happened before the disease. It will cause irreversible damage the lungs, surgically removed or not. It can also happen if the victim believes that the relationship is one-sided, it can be cured if they lose that thought. the feelings must be genuine love, not friendship love.

other symptoms are:

fever

uncontrollable shaking

loss of apatite

low body temp

hallucinations

in some cases the disease cannot be cured

I stared at the screen in shock.

no, no no please, don't let it be this. Who could I love so much to cause this to me? It never happened to my past crushes, until-

Amane Yugi

I don't want surgery, no, it'll be inpossible to get surgery. It's too expensive and my parents won't believe me. I don't want to lose romantic attraction. I don't want to suffocate either. Amane will never love a 'Daikon' like me. He never wil-

blurgh

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. How will I cope at school?

I look down in my hands and see a cluster of petals and blood. I feel so weak. Closing my laptop, I dragged myself to the kitchen to get some sunflower seeds and to dispose of the flowers. I made my self a small bowl of cereal, sat down. And stared at it for 10 minutes until I shoved it down my throat and went back to my room with the sunflower seeds. I took my hamster out of its cage and gave it the sunflowers. It must've sensed what's going on because it looked up at me with a worried expression.

"Don't worry white inferno, I'll survive."