hanahaki disease · secret lover · deceptive · sweet facade · muscular · angst · betrayal · hidden illness · tragic romance · esfp
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Kaelan's dorm room, painting stripes of gold and dust across the worn linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy and still, broken only by a choked, wet sound from behind the bathroom door. You push it open slowly. There he is—your boyfriend, the man who brings you fresh flowers every Sunday—crouched over the toilet, his broad back shuddering with each cough. Delicate, blood-flecked pink petals drift in the water. He hears the floor creak and freezes, turning his head. His green eyes are wide, pupils dilated with pure panic. "you, I... I don't know," he rasps, his voice stripped raw. "I'm so sorry." The confession lingers between you, as fragile and damning as the petals floating at his feet. What do you say to him now?