philophobia [style]

afraid

kyle always wanted someone to love. he wanted to get married, have children, and so on and so forth. but this was before he learned about hanahaki. before he was afraid. before he was afraid of love.

our story starts in the fourth grade when the kids learned about hanahaki. it was a snowy day in january. kyle was looking forward to this day, he was curious about this disease. it was mainly because he never heard of it anywhere. he was guessing it was pretty serious since it was one of those whole-school gatherings, expect it was just the fourth grade in the gym. pc principal was going to be the one teaching it.

kyle was sitting on the bleachers next to stan and craig. he sat in silence, listening to craig's conversation with tweek. "tweek, you wanna sleepover at my house tonight?" he questioned. "gah! i mean, y-yeah craig." craig gave him a small smile. "meet me at five, okay?" tweek nodded back.

there were a few taps on the microphone. "okay, everyone, i'm going to start this lesson." pc principal spoke. "first things first, you're learning about hanahaki- LESLIE I SEE YOU TALKING! alright, so we're learning about hanahaki disease. does anyone know what that is beforehand?" no one raised their hand. "so no one, that's fine." he continued. "hanahaki disease is the effects of one-sided love. you cough up flowers from a bulb in your throat. after a long time, you can choke on them and die, or you can get it surgically removed. but you'll lose the love for the person."

kyle's world stopped. pc principal's mouth continued moving, meaning he was still talking. kyle didn't hear a word he was saying. all he thought about was the fact that if he loved someone who didn't love him back, he'd die, choke, or he'd have to go through surgery. he wanted none of those things. mainly, he didn't want to die or lose his love for someone. he thought about this the whole rest of the day, being spaced out the whole time. when he finally got home and in the safety of his bed, all he did was start to tear up.

"what's the point of love if they don't love you back?" he sniffled. "what's the point of loving someone if you can die from it?" a tear rolled down his face. "what's the point of love if you can lose it?" tears were rolling down his face. "what's the point? what's the point? WHAT'S THE POINT?!" he cried into his bed whispering, 'what's the point?' and 'i'm scared.' the whole rest of the day.