Requested by @Deltarune-Books
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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 Undertaker
-modern au (hope ya don't mind!)
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Your POV
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My friend strokes my back as I cough harshly, blood dripping out from my mouth and white flower petals coating the wooden floors.

To put things simply, I have Hanahaki Disease. It's all because of being rejected in one way, shape, or form by the one I have fallen in love with.

That person being the Undertaker.

I thought I had a chance with him, but apparently I was wrong.

I confessed and despite his usual "calmness," he had yelled at me to get out of his sight. We used to be best friends, but one confession on my part ruined everything.

I've been avoiding him now.

I catch my breath and my friend helps me clean it up. I'm staying at her place for the time being.

Later I decide to write a note.

I won't last long like this. For what time I have left, I hope I can come to terms with my ex friend. The one I ruined everything with.

I signed it anonymously and threw it into the night sky, the wind carrying it away. I had left a place to put any responses, though I doubt it'll happen.

The place is at my house, which I will be going back to tomorrow morning. My friend will be staying there with me.

I go to sleep, and morning comes fast. We eat breakfast, I have my early coughing fit and clean up, then we go to my house.

She goes inside and I check my mail.

There sits only one post card, which I take into my hands and read it.

It's a response to last nights note! Mine is even paper clipped to the back of this one!

I found this and decided to return it. I'm sorry about your friend. I hope you can make amends to them. I suggest giving them some space if you can before going back and making things right again. If you respond, I'll come back later tonight and reply again as well.

A smile grows on my face and I run inside, telling my friend about it. She smiles and hugs me.

I've got an anonymous friend.

Weeks pass me by and I've been getting worse in the health department, but my conversations flourished with my secret friend. I learned that they're a male.

I don't have the heart to tell him that I'm almost gone.

I write possibly one of my final letters to him.

Hey. So, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I think I'm getting close to my demise. I just want to say thank you for speaking with me and helping me through this. If I can, and I get your response, I'll try to reply again tomorrow. See ya.

I go back in the morning and find a response. I struggle to hold myself up while reading the note.

It's alright, and you're welcome. If you see this, I need to tell you. I'm that friend that yelled at you. Undertaker. Please know that I was just surprised and it just slipped out before I could stop it. I truly do love you too.

My heart leaps in joy, and my pain fades away. I spit the flower out of my mouth and stomp on it, exclaiming, "Take that you stupid disease! He loves me too! HE LOVES ME TOO!"

I feel like I could run a marathon! But I won't.

I make one final note and write down my last response, before taking it over to his house.

I slip it under the door and knock.

I can hear the paper being picked up, and then the door opens to reveal Undertaker. I hug him, then he kisses me. I kiss him back happily.

You cured me. Thank you.
I love you, and I understand.
YN

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-CastrarWolf