even if my body turns into ash

Aglaea purses her lips. "To phrase it more romantically, those feelings for another person are like seeds scattered in your heart. The yearning acts as the sun, cultivating these seeds to sprout forth. When the emotions overflow, so do the flowers. They've taken residence in your chest, blooming as the feeling fosters. The more it accumulates, the harder it becomes to withstand. After all, your heart isn't meant to be a garden."Phainon tries to visualize this in his head, but it seems mostly grotesque with the scientific imagery he thinks of. It's all thanks to his professor, right…"Don't imagine it in terms of the human anatomy." Aglaea sighs. "A certain blasphemous professor of yours must've taught you as such. Take a thread from your current teacher and imagine your heart as your inner world. It can be whatever you'd like for it to be."Add Hanahaki on top of the Deliverer's suffering, and see how that goes. It's a romantic story with a heartfelt ending like any other.