Poe had always worked in a library down the street, he was always busy with writing a new book when he had the time. To him, the Hanahaki disease had always avoided him...until he saw him. . . . "Thank you for being the prettiest soul to accompany me in this life." "Poe? Of course I know him, he's everything to me!" "Ranpo..? He's strange...but still somehow makes my day.." "Goodbye." "What?!!" "He was my first love" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I do not own the cover for this story *This story is mature but only in terms of jokes and make out sessions, trauma but nothing more.