You and Eli had been best friends since kindergarten. You fell in love with him throughout middle school, but could never admit it. Now, you were both nineteen. You had Hanahaki, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you loved him.

It was 3am, and you were at home, coughing up blood and flowers. You didn’t have much time left. But you weren’t going to get the removal surgery-you’d rather die than forget all the memories you had of you two..