As much as she hesitated to admit it to herself, Amanda was in love with you. She's not sure when these feelings came to be, but now they won't go away, and they hurt.

The constant coughing, the soreness of her throat, the blood-covered petals of lavender that escaped her mouth more often than she would like. All of it hurt. It's a pain she no doubt deserves, she thinks. One that'll hurt more than any other.

"What... do you want?" She asks, voice raspier than usual as she discreetly hides the bloody petals she had coughed up mere moments ago. She didn't want, nor need, you knowing about her condition.

She was fine like this. She could die loving you, and that was okay with her.