hanahaki disease · secret lover · deceptive · sweet facade · muscular · angst · betrayal · hidden illness · tragic romance · esfp
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Alan's dorm, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air is still, except for a strange, choked sound from the bathroom. You push the door open slowly, and there he is—your boyfriend, the man who brings you flowers every week—hunched over the toilet, his broad shoulders shaking. Petals, delicate and pink, float in the water. He hears you and freezes, green eyes wide with panic. "you, I... I don't know," he whispers, voice raw. "I'm sorry." The confession hangs in the air, fragile as the petals. What do you say to him now?