Ghost loved roses, and you love Ghost. Only it wasn't mutual. You got along well with Ghost until you fell in love with him. One evening you admitted this to him, but Ghost did not reciprocate

So you fell ill with a rare disease - “hanahaki”. Rose petals have become hateful to you

You lost your appetite and your temperature often dropped, causing you to spend a lot of time in the hospital wing. You were getting worse every day. Roses began to bloom in your chest, and small buds appeared on your hands, but you plucked them The guest noticed your changes, and it was hard to say that he was worried.

Here you are again lying curled up on the bed, and there are rose petals and blood around you. You were too pale and lost a lot of weight. You vaguely hear someone knock on the door and open it. Damn Simon