bl · childhood friends · hanahaki disease · angst · unrequited love · oblivious · gentle · slow burn · tragic romance
The afternoon light slants through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam, and the faint scent of dahlias—Samuel’s favorite—lingers in the air, mocking you. Your chest tightens with every shallow breath, the petals lodged deep in your lungs like a secret you can’t cough up. A soft knock breaks the silence, then your bedroom door creaks open. Samuel stands there, worry etched into his gentle features. “you? You okay?” he asks, stepping closer. You can’t meet his eyes. Not when every beat of your heart feels like drowning.