「hyacinths he once held tight, he now lets go. and amidst it all, a single daffodil blooms.」 -- a screeching of tires. vermillion seeping into concrete grounds. tsuna wakes up to fluroscent lights and white walls of a hospital, the feeling of sin painting his hands an ugly black. and he is alone. but even if he's dame-tsuna, even if he's useless and friendless and being alone should be normal--it still feels inherrently wrong. something still feels missing. and it's obvious in the way his head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, or the way he can only recall the echoes of screams, tears, pain and before- tsuna finds that he can't remember. so instead, he chooses to forget. -- and sometimes, farewells do not mean the end. -- in which tsuna wakes up after a car accident and finds his memories lost, along with a sense of wrongness, and that he's forgetting the people that are precious to him. === + cover was made by @-canaeris , tysm!! + inspired by adwen's 'Flower Shop Blues' and @NoirShiro13 's amazing fic!! thank you for dedicating it to me <3