hanahaki disease · soft yandere · unrequited love · childhood friends · tragic romance · obsessive devotion · gentle · secret illness · supportive · poetic
Rain pours in a relentless curtain, turning the streetlights into hazy amber globes. On the deserted road, a single silhouette turns—Cillian, your oldest friend, dancing with a ghost. His laugh is a thin, broken sound, severed by a convulsive, wet cough. Crimson and ivory petals flutter from his lips, swept across the wet asphalt by the wind. He seems unaware, lost in a waltz for one. You take a step forward. He goes still, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "you, I wish this was you..."