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Hanahaki

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"The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals."

Soft pink flowers covered the alleyway, red stains blooming amongst them like a macabre stain on a delicate lace dress.

Hanahaki.

An illness that was, well, embarrassing to the outside onlooker.
A poor, sad soul too pathetic to be loved by another.
To the victim, however, no embarrassment was felt. Other people's thoughts were trivial.
All that mattered was their love.

Tears glistened in your eyes as your body wretched up more; deep red rose petals and hyacinth.

Sap and saliva dribbled from your lips, golden threads that stung your skin and tasted of bitterness and sick.

Your legs gave way and you collapsed against the grey alley wall, head in hands, taking a momentary breather from the bouquets of poison.

How could this have happened? You...you were in love? This was love?
This pain?

It was laughable. Your first experience of love was unrequited, unreasonable love; a love that was not reciprocated.

It was crazy love to begin with, more like admiration, or even bordering on obsession-as if she was a goddess or deity to be worshipped- but it became stronger, and with gaining that strength you had lost your stability.

"Oh, (Y/n)...I didn't know you loved me!" Her voice echoed down the alleyway.

You didn't want to look up.
You couldn't bare to look up.

A cold index finger tilted your chin up to meet the eyes of Eto Yoshimura.

Her lips were stretched thin, her pearl teeth looking slightly too unnatural, her hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders.

"Poor thing, poor, poor thing." She giggled.

Hot tears began pooling in your eyes, streaking down the sides of your face.

"Now...don't cry, there's no reason to cry! You are experiencing something amazing! I want you to dive into it, lose yourself in the ecstasy of your pain. Can you do that for me? Hmmm?"
-Her words sounded so rational at the time.

You fell forward towards her with a sob, burying your nose into the crook of her neck-her sweater smelt like blood and ink.

Why not? Why not throw away yourself for her. She was incredible, unreal...exciting. What did you even have going for you in this life? Eto on the other hand...she was fire and ice and poetry and everything worth living for.

More bright blooms were spilling from your lips, feather light petals cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall from a fairyland.

Like Alice down the rabbit hole; you fell.