Flower. Blood. Flower. Blood. What was this? Dexter has never seen this before. Was this..the hanahaki disease? How did he get it? Then he realized. You. You and that significant other of yours. One sided love. Dexter scoffed. It was stupid. The crushee should get it, not the crusher. You should have this disease. But yet again, he didn’t want to wish this onto you.

“Dexter?” Raven prodded Dexter from behind. “Why are flowers..”

She knew now. She looked around to where he was looking. You. You caused this.

“Hanahaki.” Dexter replied dejectedly. And it was because of you.