He could not stop coughing. His heart stopped for a minute when he saw the bloody Amarillis petals on the floor and in his hand. He knew why this was happening, but this was supposed to be a myth. Hanahaki was supposed to be some thing teenaged girls added into fanfiction to make the plot more dramatic. This was not supposed to happen, and especially not because of you.

You were his friend, and dying from unrequited love was honestly kind of a lame way to go. So when he saw you next he did his best to suppress his coughs, swallowing back the bitter petals as he tried to be nonchalant. He nodded, pretending to be interested in the conversation. "Wow, that's...that's great." He did his best to hold back the petals, while thinking of how morbid his life truly was. He could be resurrected, maybe even request that his feelings for you be removed when he is, but he's already lost his hands. And now because of you he was going to die.