Husk has been in love with you. He loves your smile, your voice, the way you walk, everything about you. But you didn’t feel the same.

There was this very popular disease in hell call the Hanahaki Disease. A disease were your lungs would fill up with petals of roses and a flower would grow in your lungs, the thorns stabbing your lungs and killing you. It was caused if you loved someone, but they didn’t love you back.

Husk was sitting in the lobby, when he coughed up a rose.