Requested by _Corral_

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck with a cherry on top.

The worst possible thing that could ever happen was happening - Lance was throwing up flower petals.

He thought he was over him! He couldn't still be in love, not after that asshole broke his heart! But...

Who else could it be? He didn't feel anything like this for the other paladins, or Allura. He didn't even want to think about Coran, at least not romantically.

So he was still in love. With Keith.

Keith, who loved Shiro, and not him. Keith, who had left him for the black paladin. Keith who had apologized but explained that he didn't like Lance that way anymore.

It wasn't Keith's fault, Lance knew that. Yet, he caught himself glaring at the back of the red paladin's neck every now and then.

Well, if Keith didn't love him back, he would have to get the growth removed. He would have to be operated on, or he would die.

But... He was in space.

Did aliens get Hanahaki? Would anyone know how to remove it? Would he have to go back to earth if he wanted to live?

Well, he could see if Keith would love him back, but then Shiro would have it.

It was a stupid, horribly unfortunate situation that he had no control over, much like the rest of his life. He wished he didn't love anyone. It would hurt less, definitely. He wouldn't have flower petals all over his bed when he woke up, or in his lion, or his room...

Funny, how he used to love flowers...

°•°

It was getting harder to breathe every day. Lance wanted to claw his own throat out, anything to get rid of these stupid fucking flower petals.

"Hey, Lance, you okay? You're looking a little... Blue." Hunk suppressed a smile. "No pun intended, of course."

As much as Lance tried to answer, he couldn't. He just... He tried to breathe.

He couldn't.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

He tried to gasp in a breath but his airway was completely shut off, was completely closed by the excess amounts of flower petals...

His own love for Keith was what killed him. Many say you cannot live without love, but one-sided love is a different story. A very different story.

Nobody could have seen it coming. It wasn't as he had told anyone, had he?

The team was devastated. Keith felt horribly guilty. It was sort of his fault, wasn't it? He had left Lance. It wasn't his fault he didn't love him like that anymore, but he still felt responsible.

Lance should have told him... He couldn't have known about this on his own! But what would he have done? If Lance told him, he would have felt guilty. Would he have pushed him to get the operation?

He didn't know.

But he felt so horrible, seeing Lance's body. The teen looked peaceful, in a way. He looked like he was sleeping. Like he would yawn and wake up any moment.

But Lance didn't look this pale when he was sleeping. His hands were never that cold, never that... solid.

This may have been Lance, but it wasn't Lance. Lance was happy and jumpy and ready to do anything. Lance was always doing something, whether he was awake or not.

This... This wasn't the Lance he knew.

Sorry it's so short! I can do another Hanahaki fic later, this is the first I've heard of it so I don't know 100% how it works. Hope you enjoyed!