Love, they say, should be a gentle thing-a whisper in the dark, a warmth that lingers. For Ponyboy Curtis, it is anything but. His love for Johnny Cade is a quiet storm, a secret aching at the edges of his heart. Each stolen glance, each laugh shared between Johnny and Dallas Winston, twists the knife deeper, leaving him gasping for breath in a world that feels too small.
It starts as a subtle weight in his chest, an ache he mistakes for sadness. But soon, it becomes something more-a garden blooming where it shouldn't, petals rising in his throat, choking on words he'll never say. Ponyboy is dying from the inside out, his unspoken love turning into flowers, each bloom a painful reminder of all he'll never have.
In a world where silence is safety, Ponyboy must choose: confess his love and risk shattering everything, or let the flowers take him, leaving nothing but petals behind.