〔 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 〕 𝐓𝐖: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❝ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. ❞

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You held the blood covered flower petals in your hands, staring at them.

Shit, it got even worse over the week since you last visited the doctor. You feel flowers growing from your lungs. You couldn’t take how painful this all was, physically and mentally. With each passing day, you feel like your heart can stop at any given moment. You couldn’t believed what the doctor diagnosed you with.

Hanahaki disease.

A disease where the victim vomits out flowers when they suffer from unrequited love, a one sided love. But how can that be? You’ve been in a relationship with Lana for two years now and as far as you knew, she loved you back. Well, at least, that’s what you think. She has always been the best girlfriend you can ever have, better than your previous relationships.

So why are you coughing out flowers?

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An hour has passed and you’ve cleaned up the flowers you threw up, now sitting on the couch as you anticipate Lana’s arrival. She has been arriving home later than usual, but you mostly thought of it as her working hard at the studio or wherever she may be. Though, as you wait for her, you were thinking about this situation.

How this all started when Lana started being a little distant a week ago, same week that you started vomiting flowers. You thought that she needed some space.

The door clicks then opens, notifying you that Lana was back. Instinctively, you got up to see her but as you slowly inched closer, something felt off. “Oh . . . hey babe, I thought you’d be asleep by now.” She smiled.

You couldn’t help but observed her appearance. There was something about her eyes. As if she was hiding something. She always wore a floral perfume but this time was different, she smelled like someone else’s fragrance. When your gaze moved down, your eyes narrowed.

What is that on her neck . . . ?