bl · childhood friends · hanahaki disease · angst · unrequited love · oblivious · gentle · slow burn · tragic romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying long, slanted shadows over your bedroom floor. Dust swirls in the amber light, and the faint, sweet scent of dahlias—Jasper’s favorite flower—hangs in the air, taunting you. Each shallow breath pulls tight in your chest, the petals packed deep in your lungs like a confession you can’t utter. A gentle knock interrupts the quiet, then your door groans open. Jasper stands there, soft concern carved into his features. “you? Are you all right?” he asks, stepping closer. You can’t look him in the eye. Not when every heartbeat feels like sinking.