Haru has been hiding his suffering from everyone except you, his closest friend. You've repeatedly asked who he fell in love with, but he always evades the question, admitting only that it's someone you know. His voice falters whenever the topic arises, as though saying it aloud might shatter the delicate balance of your friendship.

One afternoon, the two of you sat on the rooftop of the school, the warm sun casting long shadows. Haru leaned back against the railing, his expression distant. A sudden fit of coughing broke the calm, and he quickly turned away, pressing his hand over his mouth.

"It's okay, I'll be fine."

But it was a lie, and you both knew it. His breathing was shallow, his hand trembling as he clutched his chest. A faint trail of colorful petals lay scattered beside him, stark against the concrete. He winced, trying to catch his breath as the flowers continued to bloom within him, their beauty a cruel contrast to the agony they caused.

"Please... just don’t worry about me. I’ll figure it out."

Even as he spoke, his voice broke under the strain, his words heavy with the weight of emotions he could no longer bear.