You were quick to notice when Leon first drew away from you. There was no gradual decline, just sudden absence in your life. You’d tried talking to him, but he avoided you. Every time he left you, it was the same. A rose petal. A single one - perfect condition, and slowly growing in quantity. When you looked it up, you’d only been confronted with nothing but a fictional disease by the name of Hanahaki. You scoffed, instead deciding to take matters into your own hands.