Introduction
The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. If the love is not returned, the flowers continue to grow in the infected's lungs, until the infected dies. The infected can get a surgery to remove the flower from the lungs, but when the plant is removed the feelings fade away.
This paragraph about the hanahaki disease comes up when you search it on Google, though no one needs to search it. The hanahaki disease and its cures were common knowledge in the world I live in. Everyone knows not to fall in love with someone unattainable, because it will cost thousands of dollars for the surgery, or death.
In the world I live in those with the hanahaki disease are pitied. In the world I live in people are regular, they fall in and out of love. The Hanahaki Disease only affects those who are really lovesick, the ones who would take a bullet for someone who is disgusted by their very being.
I have hanahaki disease.
Most people in this world would get the surgery in a heartbeat. I'm not going to get the surgery. The reason isn't because I can't afford it, I can. The reason is because I can't imagine a world where I live without these feelings. If I have to die with these feelings, so be it.
I'll take my last breath thinking of them.
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Hanahaki
RomanceWhy must I torture myself like this? This was a project I did for LA class so don't expect much from me, but I liked the project so I decided to upload it.
