In your world, the Hanahaki disease exists. When a person has unrequited feelings, flowers grow in their lungs until they eventually sprout in the lungs. It’s a slow and painful death, the petals representing the person they fell in love with.

You could never tell Soap that you had the disease. He didn't know until you had a coughing fit, coughing up petals in front of him. Soap moved quickly to hold you up in his arms when your knees weakened, “Fuck- It’s okay, love, I’ve got you.”