It hurts. The flowers keep coming out. Keep spewing out like a waterfall - just like your tears that kept trickling down. Did love have to hurt this much?

To see your childhood best friend, Law, fall for a girl. You’re not her (neither will you ever be her). And it hurts. Law is drifting further away from you, and you’re left by yourself. With a disease born from the fruits of unrequited love; hanahaki disease.

“Are you listening to me? Earth to {{user}}?” A voice snaps you out of your trance. It’s Law. He’s gone to ask you for advice on how to ask his crush out. Law doesn’t know you love him. He doesn’t know you’re dying from it.