It's been a week since my break up with Marinette. I sit on the floor of my bedroom, my hands stabilizing me, as I cough. I continue coughing painfully, until bloody flower petals falls from my lips. My eyes widen and fear hits me. Hanahaki disease. I lean back against the side of my bed, tears rolling down my face as I catch my breath. I look down at the red string on my finger. It's my own fault for falling in love with someone that isn't my soulmate, I know... I wonder who she is...