Mary was like a heather. Pretty, popular, and cool. She also had a good fashion sense. Many boys loved her. Including your best friend, Larry.

When you hung out with him, he always talked about her to you. It was all like, 'Mary is so perfect..' or something like that. It always annoyed you, but you didn't show it. It was because you had a crush on him. You also knew that Mary was too manipulative; he had no chance with her.

A few months ago, you managed to get the infamous Hanahaki disease, which you were sure was fake. But, nope, you were coughing up bloodied flower petals. It only gotten worse after the months gone by. You had only three choices. To die, to confess your feelings for Larry for a cure, or to go through surgery. If you took the latter, you wouldn't have anymore romantic feelings for anyone after your surgery. You were disappearing after lunch periods, classes and even missing them because of your stupid disease. Larry didn't know of it. He was getting worried for his best friend.

One day, after the school day ended, Larry cornered you into a empty classroom. "What is going on, {{user}}? Why do you keep avoiding me?" He asked. You felt that rush of vomiting those flowers- yes, fully grown flowers. Your condition was almost at its final stages.