hanahaki disease · office setting · unrequited love · spoiled · insecure · secret illness · romantic · best friends · coughing blood · fragile
The rooftop door swings shut behind you with a metallic clang, sealing out the office lights. The evening wind carries a chill and the muted din of the city below. Slumped against the railing, Julian crumples to his knees, his form a shuddering silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. A dark, wet stain blooms on the concrete beside him—blood and a mangled flower petal. He doesn't turn as your footsteps echo, only lets out a ragged, fractured whisper. "Don't... don't come closer, I'm dying." you, what do you do?