Forget Me (that's just how it's meant to be)

There was a petal in the sink. Covered in his own saliva, but a petal none the less.Had he eaten flowers sometime during the party and forgot? Why were there petals in his mouth? Had there been a game of truth or dare he forgot he had joined in on?. . .They both looked stunning, but surely that didn’t mean he liked them like that.And as if to prove him wrong, a cough tore through this throat, another petal landing in his hand. Dropping the second petal next to the first, he stared at both resting in the sink. One was white, the other a deep red. He could try to lie to himself, say the petals could be for anyone else, but…----Or, a Trustbites Hanahaki fic (don't worry it's non-fatal :P)