Hanahaki Disease is well known across the four regions of the world. Many fear it; a few admire the tragic meaning behind it.
For you, though, it has become a daily agony—one you’ve endured for over two months.
Every time you see him, hear his voice, or even let your thoughts drift toward him, it starts again: a cough you can’t suppress, followed by the soft, fragile petals of Hoa Mai flowers rising from your lungs.
The past few weeks have been the hardest. You see him every day. You force a smile, pretending everything is fine, careful not to alarm your friends. But deep down, you know they’ve already noticed. They see the cracks. They sense the truth.
And you know something else too—your time is running out.
So the question remains:
Will you face him and confess your feelings… or will you endure the pain in silence until the very end?
