the flowers are blooming

Prolouge

When we were little you would always tell me when the flowers were blooming again and teach me a bit about them. You would smile at me and we would go playing at the park where many different types of plants were growing. When I would get hurt and cry again you would come to me, hug me and tell me I should stop crying and laugh again, like All Might always does.

But that was in the past. Now you wouldn't teach me anything nor talk normally with me. You would yell at me and insult me. Probably because you hate me so much.
But even when you tell me I'm useless or that I should kill myself, I could never hate you. Perhaps because of your wonderful red crimson eyes and spikey blond hair. Because I know that deep down you care about your Friends and your family. Or maybe just because I admire you so much. Admiration... Is that really what I feel when I look at you? No... I think the feeling that I have around you, is something else. When you're in the same romm as me I can't help but look at you. When you are looking in my direction I can feel my cheeks getting hot and butterflies in my tummie are flying around. What was that feeling called again? Maybe... it was love? Yes... I can't hate you because I Iove you so much. Even though it hurts.

After all the flowers are blooming again. But why, Kachan? Why do I see them everywhere I go? Why do my dreams keep reminding me that you will never love nor like me in any way? Please.. help me Kachan.

'Cause my love for you is killing me....