There was no doubt about it that you liked Ghost. You were always with him and his friends. You were lovestruck.

Until, Ghost announced that he had a partner, which left you heartbroken. You barely left your room, and always avoided him.

Then, in the cafeteria, you felt sick to your stomach. Your mouth filled up and you coughed out blood and pink petals. Hanahaki disease.

And Ghost saw this. He knew what it was. “{{user}}?” He asks with a soft tone, knowing it was his fault.