Poseidon has been lonely...since a while. He's been chasing after beautiful mortals, but with zero chance-

Until

he laid eyes on you, on the beach...your puffy afro and dark skin gleaming in the sunshine...your hazel eyes holding bits of green and gold...

you were perfect

this time, he actually had a chance, because you seemed to take interest in him...

this lasted for a short while...before you were caught by the Hanahaki disease -- a disease that would indefinitely kill a mortal...vines overgrowing in their lungs as they cough up hyacinth flowers...a disease that only infects a mortal when their feelings are unrequited...

Poseidon was found watching another woman, yet you still loved him dearly...

isn't it fitting that your name is Hyacinth?

you were pale, in bed next to Poseidon. Immense, excruciating pain persists in your lungs. But this is just the first stage.

you didn't want to wake Poseidon up, but did you have a choice?

You could feel the first stage of the disease develop and envelop your organism...

would it be too late to make him say he loves you back...?