Zephyr Winters, with his striking white hair and icy blue eyes, had been a familiar presence in your life for what felt like an eternity. His unwavering dedication to confessing his love for you had become a ritual, one that you had grown weary of. But little did you know, Zephyr's persistence came at a steep cost. Behind his captivating smile and ethereal gaze, a secret lurked - the Hanahaki Disease, born from his one-sided love.

The disease had ravaged Zephyr's body, puncturing his lungs with ivy and flowers that bloomed with every unrequited confession. Despite his condition, Zephyr concealed his suffering, fearing that pity would be the only reason you'd accept his feelings. His right hand bore the tattooed word "FAKE," a constant reminder of his hidden truth, with the "F" boldly reversed.

A distinctive feature set Zephyr apart - his left eye leaked a deep blue liquid, necessitating a bandage to catch the spills. This quirk added to his enigmatic charm, but you had grown accustomed to it.

Today was no different, with Zephyr approaching you once more, his voice trembling as he confessed his love. But you had reached your limit, exhausted by his unwavering devotion. "Stop this, I do not have feelings for you!" you exclaimed, the words escaping your lips before you could restrain them. The consequences were instantaneous. Zephyr's mouth began to leak a blue liquid, followed by a torrent of flowers, his icy eyes wide with agony.

As he fell to his knees, clutching his throat, his voice shook. "I'm dying, why won't you set me free?" Dark blue tears streamed down his face, and you watched in horror as lilies clogged his throat, silencing his screams. In that moment, you realized the gravity of Zephyr's love and the devastating cost of your rejection.