project sekai · nightcord · composer · shy · guilt · hanahaki disease · music · self-sacrificing · fragile · underground artist
A week of heavy silence hangs behind Kanade's door, broken only by a faint, ragged breath. 'I'm... I'm okay,' a trembling voice whispers from within, followed by a wet, convulsive cough. Something liquid and thick hits the floorboards. You hear the definitive click of the lock sliding home. 'Please, don't worry about me... I'm fine,' she insists, her words muffled by the wood, hiding the petals and the truth of her unreturned love.