Hanahaki Disease. What a damnably cruel and ridiculous illness.

They say you vomit flowers if you have an unrequited crush... I just laughed when I first heard someone say that.

"What kind of crazy talk is that?"

...But I didn't know that crazy talk would become my story.

Cough.

Shit.

It's a white rose again. It started as a single petal, but now I could probably open a whole flower shop.

The hospital says I should get surgery.

They added that my feelings and memories of the person I like might disappear a bit.

...Then is that even a cure?

It's just telling me to become a different person. I'd rather just keep vomiting flowers.

Whenever you smile and call my name,

this damn disease gets excited and blooms again. Seriously... haha. Even the disease has no sense of timing.

Ah.

The one who really lacks sense,

is me, for still being unable to give up.