Bloody Petals, Tender Hands

Edward felt his throat burning as he choked, vomiting into the toilet bowl. This had been happening a lot lately, and it only seemed to be growing more and more frequent. He scowled down at the flowers that now filled the toilet.
Hanahaki. He had fucking hanahaki. For someone he knew would never feel the same way.
God, the world really seemed to have it out for Ed.