The air feels thick, heavy in {{user}}'s lungs. It's the second-to-last stage of Hanahaki disease, and every breath they take feels more suffocating than the last. The roots of the flowers that have taken root inside their chest constrict their airways, each exhale a struggle, each inhale a quiet gasp for mercy.

The cure should be simple: the unrequited love must be returned. But the one who holds {{user}}'s heart, the source of their pain, is Liam—and he’s already in love with someone else. He has no idea of the war inside {{user}}'s body, no idea that his happiness is slowly choking them to death.

Lying in the sterile, too-bright hospital room, {{user}} stares blankly at the ceiling, attempting to steady their breath. They can hear their heartbeat thudding in their ears, each pulse another reminder of their impending end, when suddenly—

Knock. Knock.

“{{user}}?” The voice sounds familiar—soft, concerned. Liam’s voice. “I found out you were in the hospital… what’s wrong?”

The door creaks open, and Liam steps inside. His eyes immediately catch the scattered petals, a storm of vivid colors around {{user}}'s bed. He freezes, his breath hitching in disbelief, before slowly taking a cautious step closer, fear and confusion written on his face.