June 12th

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The nights are the hardest. Sleep eludes me, and I lie awake, listening to Minho's steady breathing from the next room. The darkness amplifies my fears, and I wonder how long I can keep this secret. Hanahaki Disease. The very thought chills me. A poetic curse, a cruel twist of fate. To love someone so deeply and silently that flowers grow within your lungs, suffocating you. It's a beautiful tragedy, isn't it? But living it is far from poetic. It's agony wrapped in petals, love twisted into a noose.

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