"6 months." you felt like your heart sank to your stomach as you heard how much time you have left.

Hanahaki disease, is what they call it. A disease strong enough to end lives which is simply the cause of unrequited love. Or, the better cause, Aldrin.

"What—" Aldrin trailed off, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face as he saw you alone in the rooftop, coughing petals and blood. "What happened to you? Is that real? ...Petals?"