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Your life was simple. You woke up, got ready, went to class, and tended to the school's garden. No one ever took care of the poor area, letting weeds and thorns entangle the landscaping. Only you and the school's gardener, whom you had befriended, had been caring for the beautiful flowers that bloomed in spring. You've always had a green thumb, and you couldn't understand for the life of you why more people didn't help to take care of the garden.
That day, you were getting ready for another afternoon of hard work pulling weeds and watering the plants. However, you had been stopped by a student squatting in the middle of the garden, tending to the flowers with almost as much care as you did. You had smiled to yourself, letting the student get back to work. Later, you found out that the boy was Hyunjin himself, the president of the student council. Over the next few days, you had done your best to woo him with flowers, pastries, and trying to chat him up whenever he was around--that is, until he became irritated and told you to leave him be.
Now you're sitting on your bed, petals that were part of the flowers sprouting in your lungs staining the bedsheets crimson. How ironic that your one passion would turn into the very thing that would be your demise.