TW: Blood (not a lot), unrequited love, basically just Hanahaki angst

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Here it is again...

The coughing.

Like every night, precisely at 11:00pm.

I can feel the thorns scratching my lungs, and the petals obstructing my throat.

I can barely breathe, as I try to spit the flower out of my mouth, coughing more in the process.

Eventually, the flower falls out of my throat, droplets of blood all over it, but the flower is such a deep shade of red you can hardly see them.

Red.

The color of passion.

The color of energy.

The color of intensity.

The color of excitement.

The color of love.

Love.

I blame love for all this.

I blame it for making me fall.

Fall in love with someone who would never love me back.

Fall in love with someone who could do so much better than me.

Fall in love with someone who deserves to be happy, and not with a disaster like me.

Fall in lo-

I was interrupted by another coughing fit.

It hurt.

It hurt so much, I just wanted it to stop.

But surgery was out of the question.

I didn't want to lose my ability to love, no, I couldn't.

Because no matter how much I tell myself I hate it, I actually love the warm feeling and butterflies I get when he's around.

So here I am, struggling to not pass out because of how little sleep I've gotten these past few days, and coughing like I have tuberculosis.

But I don't.

I have Hanahaki.

I have Hanaha-

I have Han-

I hav-

I ha-

I, I...

Suddenly, all went black.

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Hey everyone, sorry for my absence :/

Still, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Byeee!

~K.A.P.!

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