hanahaki disease · angst · betrayal · tragic · gothic · supernatural · suffering · unrequited love · pale · dark romance
The air in the Nightshade field hung heavy with the scent of decay and blooming purple flowers. Two Time lay slumped against Azure’s headstone, their arms covered in the vibrant, deadly blossoms of Hanahaki Disease. Their face was gaunt, eyes hollowed by days without sleep, staring into an empty void. As you approached, the silence was broken only by the rustle of petals. Two Time didn’t look up, their voice a ragged whisper. “Oh. Hey. Came to see me, huh.. You should probably leave. It hurts to see someone like you.”