~❀ Hanahaki disease ❀~

{ Part 10 ~ 'a guy like you' }

"you don't freaking know.... Of course..." he laughed nervously, nestling his head into his knees again. "so you've got this freaking fatal disease, and you don't even know if you're gonna die on me or not...... fan-freaking-tastic" he swirled his hand around in air as he talked, resting it back at his side when he finished, sighing again "actually...y'know what.. I'm tired...... I'll seeya at school tomorrow, so, before that, text me if anything's wrong. Don't die while I'm not here" he got himself up and walked to the door, only to turn and look at me again. "oh, and with your cuts from last time... don't do that again, it's stupid, and a guy like you doesn't deserve to hurt like that" he then left, I heard his footsteps getting quieter and quieter until I heard the feint noise of the front door closing.

...'a guy like you'... what does that even mean???

I couldn't be bothered to get up, so I checked my phone for the time:

5:38

We'd been talking for hours!

Honestly, I didn't care how early it was, I was going to bed. I'd probably make it to school tomorrow...

I sluggishly walked myself to my room, flopping on to my bed, and staring at the small pin I'd stuck in to the wall. He told me not to cut... I stared at it for a few minutes, trying to decide whether I'd do it or not.

"a guy like you doesn't deserve to hurt like that" ...

That line of his played over in my mind again, causing me to groan and wrap my pillow over my head, and eventually fall asleep like that, thinking of only one thing

A guy like me deserves much, much worse...

I woke up in the morning, everything was fine, my throat didn't hurt, I didn't feel the flowers welling up, my arms didn't hurt, the only bad thing being; there were more flowers growing from my face. 3 to be exact. Luckily, I could barely hide them under my fringe, so other than looking pale, it seemed like everything was normal.

I walked myself to school uneventfully, I made it in to class and everything was the same, except for the fact that Kaito was sitting at my desk completely zoned out and staring out the window. I froze, willing the flowers to not choke me again, and luckily, they didn't.

I slowly walked over to my desk, tapping Kaito on the shoulder when I got there. He turned to look at me, slightly startled, and then smiled a bit. A genuine smile. "oh, hey...! ...you're still alive..." he laughed weakly at me, his head resting on my desk, but something was up. He seemed tired, and his eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying.
"...are you okay...?" I couldn't help but ask, it was really weird seeing him all weak like this. "mhm... I'm fine..." he sighed and got up from my seat, still with that weak smile on his face. He walked over to me, ruffling my hair and then walking over to his seat "good job on surviving..."

That was the last I heard from him all day, he was completely quiet in class, always resting his head on his desk, and just staring blankly at nothing,

Honestly, it was scary to see him quiet like this...

The only time he ever talked, was if the teacher asked him a question, and even then, he'd answer it with that same distracted look on his face. He didn't hang out with anyone at breaks, and just sat at my old spot, seeming distracted.

This is my fault, isn't it...?