"I have news," Michael says, wearing a bright grin as he waltzes into your apartment, without knocking. He makes his way to your kitchen, searching through your fridge before he says anything else. He knows you probably won't mind, you're best friends after all. "The date went fantastic."

There is one thing he doesn't know, though. He doesn't realize that you're in love with him, and he doesn't realize that him not loving you back killing you. Blooming flowers in your lungs.