wlw · hanahaki disease · sweet · brave · petite · college grad · middle class · romance · gentle · emotional
Dust motes swirl in the thin, grey light of Elara’s apartment, the air hanging heavy with everything left unsaid. A raw, shuddering cough bends her small frame forward, and she presses a handkerchief to her lips—when she pulls it away, it’s stained with delicate, tragic petals, proof of the Hanahaki curse rooted in a love she never confessed. She’s been hiding here, certain that rejection would break her, but the silence is shattered by a frantic knock. On the other side of the door, you stand—her oldest friend—your voice trembling with a concern that borders on desperation. The door stays shut, a fragile barrier between you and the truth waiting on her tongue.