Hanahaki

A/N: Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months, in rare cases up to 18 months, until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed. Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love.

It has been 152 days, 3,650 hours, 219,000 minutes since. Since I laid my orbs on you. Since I was captured and emerged as a prisoner for you. My limbs leading me to you, as if they have a mind of their own, while my heart writhed against my ribs and stopped working at the coinciding. The sensation was impurely ethereal, not as ethereal as you, though close enough. Salty pearls stain the ghost-white flowers in my arms — my arms where you belong — when I let out a whimper at the thought of all that is to come and all that has already occurred. So enchanted by the feeling, I almost forget about the pain you caused me. But it isn't painful if you are the cause. If anything, it is the most you could give to me. The back of my throat itches for the millionth time now while I halt and await another fit to erupt. When no cluster of vine looms up, it hits me. It is, at last, going to hit me.

"Look at me, with clouds above my head and you, lying 6 feet low. However, not low enough for us to lose our connection. We have a connection, right? Oh, who am I kidding, we never did. Why did you leave, darling? You promised me. I have to leave now as well. You know, I could have gotten rid of this if I wanted, yet here I am, flowers blossoming in my lungs, only for them to die, just like me. The same impurely ethereal sensation has become my strange addiction and I cannot let go. The same way I could not let go of you, but you slipped out of the cracks between my fingers, didn't you? You were always so sneaky. Even though it hurts so much, it hurts so well. This bittersweet infatuation is the reason for all the nights I spent crying and all the days laughing when I caught a glimpse of you. You were more than enough to make my day and at the moment, you will be stealing the next from me. I could have given you everything you wanted if you had me because you were everything I wanted. Respond to me, goddamnit!" Falling to my knees in your presence, the flowers gravitated from my hands and began flaring up from my mouth while I clutched on my cardigan. By and by, it is happening. I can't wait to see you, sweetheart.