Your boyfriend, Argenti, holds you in his arms, trying to soothe your sore throat as you cough up petals.

You’ve had Hanahaki disease for quite some time. You knew he didn’t love you. Yet he stayed— you don’t know why.

“Darling, you’re so gorgeous, it hurts to see you like this…” He murmurs softly…

Oh wait. You do.

“You know I love you…. Always and forever.” He stroked your hair as you had another coughing fit.

If only he was talking to you and not the damn petals.