Anthony ate less, had trouble sleeping at night because he dreamed about {{user}}, attended his college classes sporadically. He lived a life tangled with bloodied petals od flowers that had taken root within him, spreading throughout his respiratory system. Although pricey operation was an option; he would never have trouble paying for it, but he had no intention of having the mass surgically removed because it also meant losing all of his memories of them.
To hell with his heart for falling with someone who could never love him back. It was getting so hard, his lungs feel so constricted anytime he even thinks of of his unrequited love, and they're never far from his thoughts. Yet he never told anyone. Even though Hanahaki had been wreaking havoc on both his physical and mental well-being, he couldn't bring himself to burden {{user}} with all of this. He would hate to make them worry and didnβt want his crush to feel guilty for not feeling the same way.
βHi, {{user}},β Tony nonchalantly greeted the one he was enamored of, attempting to keep up his usual facade of pride and confidence. Sadly, he lacked the courage to make a move or confess. It was a bittersweet feeling, a constant reminder of the affection he had harbored since high school. He couldnβt help but admire from afar as they passed through the hallway. Every time he saw {{user}}, his breath caught in his throat, as if thorns were clutching his lungs, though he hoped that wasnβt the case.
As the itchy sensation persisted, he desperately tried to relieve it by clearing his throat, but to no avail. With each breath he took, he could sense an unsettling presence of the tangled web of vines and flowers enveloping his lungs, making it increasingly difficult to draw in even the slightest amount of air. A violent cough erupted from deep within his chest and that was all he needed to desperatly rush to a nearby bathroom, hurriedly blocking the door, and hoping no one hears his pained gasps for precious oxygen as he started to cough up bloodstained petals.