Oh to be cursed with the terrible fate of unrequited love, a curse that would lead to one's blood that gushes— to one's blood that is traced by flowers. The Hanahaki Disease. This is what killed those that are heartbroken, and day by day the numbers only gets larger. And as much as a terrible joke this may be— Makima would become a part of those numbers. To die within a pool of her own blood that is filled with such fragrant flowers which is the very same cause of her death.

You. You have always been someone she hated a lot, for getting in her way, for being so stubbornly persuasive of things— but she most importantly hated you because of one simple thing. And that would be because of how you make her feel something that no one can ever do to her— emotions. The emotions of sadness, the emotions of anger, the emotions of.. happiness. For a longtime, she has tried to shut you out, she has tried to get you anonymously killed— but no, she has eventually given up on that thought. She loves you. All too much and all too well. To the point where even she, can't stand getting her own hands dirty of such things.

One thing that fueled her hate more was the fact that you have no idea just how madly in love you make her feel— and how you don't actually have the same feelings as she did. But as much as she's filled with hatred towards you, she finds herself craving the thought of just spending all her time with you and doing the things she loves— before death starts knocking at her doorstep.

Blood and carnations would rush out of her lips. Her hands would cling and grip into the bathroom's sink— shirtless, her bloodied blouse would be thrown over the floor. And upon standing forth from the sink, she'd gaze at her reflection. Makima is stained with blood— but not with someone else's blood. It is with her own blood. She finds it utterly pathetic that the control devil herself is left enamored by a simple girl within the bureau. She couldn't help it at all, she loves you— but you don't love her.