(Here we go again with the angst. Im sorry. Maybe I'll write a part two cause its kinda a cliff hanger.  But only if Y'all comment that you want one. Hope you like it!)

Includes the fictional illness, Hanahaki Disease:
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. In order to fully recover from the disease, one's love must be fulfilled.

Prompts: 73, "I love you....but I don't want to be in love with you.

Trigger warnings: Blood, sickness, mention of death, angst.

Your p.o.v

A small, purple petal made its way into my hand, covered in my own blood. "How....did you get there?" I frowned at the still beautiful flower. "Oh well. Probably just landed in my food or something." I toss the petal behind me, deciding it's nothing.

It wasn't nothing.

The next day, two petals.
The day after that, three petals.
The amount of petals kept growing and growing until I was gagging up whole flowers.

How could this have happened? Why was this happening?

"Ya got Hanahaki."
Plumeria said blandly after watching me violently throw up rose petals and blood. "W-what?" I gasped for air. "You're in love with someone that doesn't love ya back. So ya got Hanahaki." I could feel my heart literally sink. "H-how do I get rid of-" I coughed up more roses, dying the beautiful white petals red with my blood. "Surgery. Or ya can get the person to love ya back. But that's pretty hard." I weighed out my options. "I don't even know who I-"

"Plums! Get over here!"

Guzma yelled from wherever he was. And the flowers came up again, even worse. It started out as simple butterflies in my stomach, then I got sicker and sicker. I saw Plumeria go pale. "Ya love...Guzma?" I shook my head frantically. "No, yes, maybe....I don't know!" I covered my mouth as tears blurred my vision. "Well, when ya figure out what ya wanna do, hit me up." She gave a kind smile that I barely saw through my tears. I'm so screwed.

Months flew by in a matter of seconds, and the flowers did not stop. I tried avoiding Guzma, they did not stop. I locked myself in a room with no food, no water, no nothing for a day, they did not stop. I wanted this all to end, it was painful. There would be times where blood would come up with no petals. And I finally realized, I was dying. This....feeling of love would be the death of me. I won't grow up to marry, I won't grow up to have kids, I won't grow up to see my children have children. I'll die alone, with no one to love me. I only had two small Pokémon, a Mimikyu, and an Eevee. This would be hard on them....I don't know what I'm going to do about them.

"Hey, (Y/n)? Ya in there?"
I heard Plumeria at my front door. "Y-yeah...." My hoarse voice whispered. "God...ya look terrible." She let herself in, and took a good look at me. "I know...." I coughed weakly, small petals escaping. "So...did ya want that surgery? Or....did ya wanna tell Guzma?" Plumeria spoke quietly.  I stood up, shaking a little. "I'm....going to tell him...." I ran my fingers though my hair. Before I could make it out the door, I doubled over in pain, coughing up grey flowers. "Heh...the look like his eyes..." Those blood covered flowers were the last thing I saw before I passed out.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" I heard someone yell. "Five more minutes...." I turned over pitifully. "Oh my god! You're alive!" Soon the air was squeezed out of me. "I thought I lost ya! Don't scare me like that, kiddo." The familier scent of cheap cologne and whiskey filled the air. I brought my hand up to the messy mop of hair. This was him. "O-oh um...." I forced the petals down. One moment please, I want one moment like this before I die. "What's wrong, kiddo? Ya look....like shit." Guzma chuckled lightly, clearly trying to brighten the mood. I felt tears fall, I tried looking down to hide them, but there were too many. "Woah! Calm down....what's goin' on?" Guzma put a hand on my head, trying to soothe me. "There's no need to cry...." He hugged me once again, tighter this time. It was times like this where I realized how much I did love him, and how one-sided my love really was. "G-Guzma I-" Turning away from him, I bent over and coughed up more....and more....and more.... Sunflowers this time. "W-woah....holy shit..." I heard him breathe, clearly unable to comprehend what the hell was happening. "Guzma...I love you....but I don't want to be in love with you." I took a deep breath. "I know you don't love me back. I know it's only one-sided. Plumeria told me I have Hanahaki....I'm going to die. You're going to be the  death of me." My tears pooled with the pile of sunflowers. "How can we fix you? T-there has to be a way!" Guzma grabbed my shoulders, shaking me violently. "I can't lose you! You're my best friend!" I felt lightheaded, just hearing him say that was enough to kill me. "L-love me. Romantically." I bit my bottom lip, shaking. His face paled. This was all a mistake. I let out a small sob. He can't love me. He won't love me. I opened my mouth, and my voice came out raspy and weak.

"Please love me! I don't want to die!"