Requested by @Heartbroken_and_Hurt
Enjoy!~
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Definition:
"The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals."
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⚠️ Warning! SAD! ⚠️
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Info:
-you're around the same age as Ciel
-still in the BB universe
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In case you guys didn't see, I'm no longer putting warnings for cussing up here. Sorry not sorry :3
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Second Person POV
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You were walking through the halls of the Phantomhive Manor, as you are a maid of the estate, and you turn a corner.

There stands Ciel, your crush, with a blonde haired girl. Her name is Elizabeth Midford.

They're just talking, and Lizzy's surprisingly able to make Ciel smile. You hide behind the corner of the wall, just listening. Then it goes silent, making you confused. You didn't hear any footsteps leading them away.

Taking a deep breath, your heart beating fast as you peek around the corner. Immediately, your stomach drops to the floor and tears fill your eyes to the brim. You hurriedly hide yourself again and run back to your room.

You couldn't care less if they heard your steps.

You burst into your room and shut the door, only making it two more steps into the room before collapsing to your knees. Heartbroken.

Ciel doesn't love you.

He loves Elizabeth.

You sob until your head hurts, which then led to pain in the back of your throat and chest. You begin to cough, bending over from both the force and the discomfort. When you open your eyes again, you gasp at the sight.

On the floor, your knees, hands and arms lie your blood and navy blue rose petals. You gulp down huge intakes of air, not believing your eyes.

You have Hanahaki Disease.

You shakily stand and first wash the blood off of yourself, then grab a towel and wet it before cleaning up the rest on the floor. You grab the petals with your hands and flush them down the toilet's drain.

Grasping the bloody towel, you go to wash it. If someone asks you'll say it's jam or something.

You cannot tell a soul about this.

Even if it's fatal.

Weeks go by and your pain increases drastically, to the point where you can't take it anymore. Both emotionally and physically from that damned flower in your throat.

You lock yourself in your room and write a note, signing off about everything. Your love for working here, for everyone you've met...your love for Ciel.

Turns out you didn't have to do much for the pain to go away. Your breathing slowed on its own and your eyes closed, heart stopping within seconds.

This is goodbye, I guess.
My time is up.
Thank you...for everything.
Love, YN

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-CastrarWolf