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deadly daffodils

tw: blood and other stuff (this revolves around everyone's favorite: the hanahaki disease)

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It'll never stop.

I hate being on the verge of death nearly everyday. It started small, with a few white petals being tossed in my mouth every now and then. I had no idea why at first... In all honesty, I was terrified. How the hell does one cough up flower petals?

The more and more I lived my life, the worse it got. I hated waking up with the tang of metallic blood in my mouth, and the sickening scent of flowers.

A month of dainty daffodil petals later, the pain started to come with them. Remains of stems came attached to the flowers, soon nearly full bouquets.

Why, why, why?

I tried telling one of my friends, well my only friend, about what was going on. When I started the conversation, I just didn't want to seem weird in front of him... that's the last thing I wanted.

This guy doesn't need my problems, even if he seems to depend on me quite a bit.

"George, do you think you could..?"

"George, I need you to..."

"Hey, George, do you mind...?"

This, or that.. I never declined. I loved helping him whenever I could. I couldn't just say no to him, which is precisely what got me into this mess.

It had never occurred to me to see a doctor about it. As far as I know, throwing up plants is a good way to land you in some laboratory in Transylvania.

However, I didn't need some science geniuses to figure out what was wrong with me... the problem was just me being stupid.

Clay is a wonderful guy. He's funny, amazing to work with, and genuinely my best friend. We've known each other for a long while now, and the more time we spend together, the more I think about him.

The realization really hit me not long after the petals showed up. I loved talking to him, I adored his voice... Our late night calls and conversations filling my head with thoughts I would never carry out in the real world.

I hated when he fake-flirted. It only made me fall harder, my heart skipping beats when he called me some stupid pet name. Or when he would hint at something unspeakable, or anything of the sort.

The more and more I gushed about Clay in my head, the more painful it became for the flowers to come out.

I decided about two days ago, it was time I confessed to him. The pressure that was built up in my chest was too difficult to bear at this point, and it felt wrong to hide from him.

When we got in the call, the first thing he said to me was that he had a girlfriend now. He seemed so excited, and his voice was so ecstatic.

Right. Dream is straight.

That was a problem, most definitely. But the bigger problem now is that I can't confess to him regardless, not right after he announced his new relationship.

These last two days have been horrendous. I thought it couldn't get worse than dozens of flowers at a time. Boy, was I wrong.

The flowers were massive now, with stems as thick as my wrist. I could feel the prickles scratch my mouth as flower after flower erupted from my throat. My apartment was littered with bloodied flowers now, with petals strung high and low everywhere I looked.

Jesus Christ. What am I meant to do?

It was excruciating. Especially now that the daffodils are huge. If the flowers didn't kill me, starving definitely would. Nearly everything I ate came up with the flowers.

I have to tell him. I have to.

After yet another round of coughing up massive flowers, I decided I would sit down and talk to Clay.

It doesn't matter about how I feel so much as it does about my life. Right?

The line rang.

And rang.

No answer. Of course. Right when I need him, he isn't there.

I rang again. And again.

Once more.

Fine. I'll leave a message.

Just as I decided, I called once more to wait it out and get to the robotic voice at the end. But while I waited, the line picked up.

"Hey, sorry. I'm out with Sam right now." An all-to-familiar voice sounded on the other end.

George cringed, but spoke hastily. "I'm sorry to intrude, but there's something very important you should know right about now, I-" suddenly I retched.

What are you doing? You heard him, he has a girlfriend.

He can't love you back. It's impossible.

It's pointless.

I took the voice's statements into consideration. It was right.

What am I doing?

"Sorry, Dream- Clay, never mind."

"What? George, are you okay-" I hung up.

Suddenly my body erupted in pain, splitting agony ripping through my limbs. I dropped my phone and yelped.

Wounds began to split open, blooming flowers pouring out of them. My blood pooled onto the floor where I dropped down, keeled over in torment.

I gave up.

I gave up, and it killed me.

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sorry if this seemed rushed my laptop is like 4 seconds away from dying

also not many people use this idea but the hanahaki disease can kill the victim if they truly believe the other can't return their love uwu

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