June 5th

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Days pass in a blur of laughter and mundane routines. Our apartment feels like a haven, yet every glance, every touch from Minho is a bittersweet torment. His presence is a balm and a blade. I find myself stealing moments, capturing his smile in the corners of my mind. But along with the joy comes a creeping shadow. My cough has worsened. At first, it was a mere tickle, but now it feels like thorns scraping my throat. I tell myself it's nothing, but deep down, I know the truth. The petals I cough up are not mere illusions. They are the embodiment of my unspoken love, blooming within me, threatening to consume me.

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