Sick of love. (One-Shot)

Sick of Love. Unic.

There was that young man called Scott looking outward, sighed with nostalgia every time he saw his beloved named Matt smile, every time he saw his pretty eyes tearing because of laughter, but they no longer belonged to him, they were no longer dedicated to him. Now his laughs, smiles, blushes and cries were for someone else.

Scott saw each day how Matt showed affection to someone else, listened and counseled his beloved in every problem he had with his boyfriend when he was broken inside.

His soul and heart hurt more than he thought and he said to himself that everything would happen, that he would get over it but it was not like that. Each day was worse than the previous one, endured every kiss, caress or words of love between the couple while he died a little more.

That was the day it all started, the boy ran to the bathroom because a strong nausea invaded him, when he reached the bathroom, he knelt down and began to throw everything that had hurt him, but nothing came out of his mouth, just petals, petals of rose by heaps. He could have stopped there, but no, every time nausea was worse and the cough invaded him on dark nights, where he felt that the pains of his heart and soul were destroying him.

This is how I develop Hanahaki, a disease that makes you vomit and cough up petals due to an unrequited love. The only way to save you from this disease is the operation, the only drawback is that when you get rid of that disease, you also eliminate all your feelings, be it happiness, sadness, anger or someone else.

Not having feelings is like being dead, Scott thought, but he did not care about anything, he was dead long ago. Death surrounds us constantly and the saddest way to die is to feel lonely, empty and sad.

Scott was waiting for his shift in the hospital, he would soon undergo surgery and it was something that did not excite him at all, with the intention of being able to pass the time, he left that place and went to an old and little inhabited viewpoint.

He positioned himself on the edge of that viewpoint and opened his arms feeling the breeze in his entire being, he gave one last look at the sky with sadness while smiling and a tear ran down his cheek, there was nothing else to do.

Since that day nothing has been known of that boy with a sad look and a worried smile, some say he killed himself, others say that the operation did not go well and a few say they found his body and that inside of it there were only withered petals.