Falling, Fallen

Bang Chan always thought "love kills" was just a metaphor.But then the petals came. Then the thorns. Then the choking silence where his heartbeat used to be.With flowers blooming in his lungs and the weight of unspoken love dragging him under, he has to make a choice.Love, or life._______The moment burst like a glass bubble, and before he could even process what was happening, he was in the bathroom, palms on cool tile, vomiting petals into the sink. That was the first time he threw flowers up.Just a few, at first. Pale, soft things. Barely there. But unmistakable.Hanaki.He'd read about it. Everyone had. Whispered stories among trainees, old fables spun with romantic tragedy. But it wasn't real. Not really. Not to him. And yet, there they were, petals sticking to his tongue, clinging to the edges of the drain.