hanahaki disease.

1 - lily of the valley

i can't tell him.

i can never tell him.

what if he rejects me?

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Balloony looked at his reflection in the mirror. He's recently been coughing up these white flowers, and his chest is starting to hurt. Everything is going wrong today. Golf Ball says that he should be fine now, but Balloony still has this pain in his chest.

It's like he's being stabbed with an ice pick every time he takes a breath, it's so irritating, especially with everything else going on. He can barely sleep because of this pain in his chest, which keeps him from getting any restful sleep. He spends every minute awake waiting for something to go horribly wrong. If something isn't going horribly wrong already, it will soon.

It's just one more thing adding to the list of things that aren't right.He looked outside the window. The sun was setting, and it looked like rain would be coming later tonight. It's already dark out. And it's not raining yet, just like usual."Just one more thing," he muttered to himself. But it's really hard when you know there's something more that needs to happen. It really frustrates him.

---He woke up the next day, feeling worse than before. His chest was starting to burn up again. He felt dizzy, too. He couldn't eat breakfast, either.

He had nothing left in his stomach, and it hurt too much to take anything. He just wanted to lay down in bed until everything goes back to normal. Except the flowers are still growing in his lungs. They're making him cough up more petals. It feels like his lungs were filled with sandpaper. He wants to throw up.

But he can't do that, no matter how horrible it feels. It'll be bad if anyone saw him like this, sick or otherwise, they'd make fun of him. He needs to stay positive. That's what they all tell him. Stay positive! No matter what. But he doesn't want to lie down in bed any longer, or get water to drink, or even sit still. It's almost like the petals don't want to die, because they keep pushing them around the inside of his throat until they burst out again.

The petals are still there, and it hurts so badly, he wants to cry. But he knows he shouldn't cry. Crying makes it feel better when he gets sick. Crying just makes it worse. It'll help if he just stays strong, but he knows that won't work.

Crying only makes things worse. It hurts, too. All of his body does.There has to be something he can do to stop it. There has to be something that will stop it from hurting this much. Something is missing from his memory, though. A clue, maybe. What did he do before he got sick?

He was still thinking about him. The reason why. The reason why he started coughing up flowers so often. Why something is causing the flowers to grow in his lungs. The reason behind this pain. Something important.

His eyes widened as he finally came up with a solution. He remembers. He remembered why the petals suddenly grew and spread everywhere. The reason why they were so painful.

The reason he was coughing up those flowers.

It was him.