Beomjun | A Hanahaki Story
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Blood Painted Flowers.
In which Beomgyu has come to terms with his disease, not knowing someone is already there to save him.
All the boy wanted was to wither away and escape this pain ─ because sometimes de...
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Ch. 016 —
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[Beomgyu.]
I have been waiting for the right moment to bring up what happened this morning to Yeonjun. I don't want to mention it in school where people are prone to eavesdrop, so I wait until after while we're on our way to a cafe to work on our project.
"Maybe you lost feelings," Yeonjun says after I share.
I consider it too. Maybe I have lost feelings. I personally don't feel what I used to feel for Taehyun anymore.
And maybe losing feelings is exactly what this disease has done to me. I don't think I would have been able to get over Taehyun any other way. Having these flowers take over me has me resent him, though how horrible that may seem. This disease made me resent a person who had done no intended harm.
"Honestly, I hope so." I rest my head on the table. "I'm sick and tired of everything."
Out of the corner of my eye I'm just barely able to make out the older's frown. "Have you thought about the surgery at all recently?" He asks, and I notice the tad bit of hesitancy in his voice. Right, the surgery. Something I was so keen on not doing just a few weeks prior.
I sort out my words before speaking, speaking with as much certainty as I can. I know what I want now. "I...I think I want to wait another week or two, see if it gets worse or not."
