The warmth of morning sunlight fell, shone through to the dusty window making it shimmer. It is reflecting to several objects giving some glow; that every rays of brightness serves as paint, smudging some hint of gold, orange, and yellow color to the monochrome room.

The sunlight dust that freely floats in the air, wrapping around his cold body. It is supposed to give a soothing, comforting feeling. But for Renjun, it is neither a comfort or console; it is a mockery for his pain. An indication of how stubborn he is, making himself now suffer to an unexplainable agony.

Everything is throbbing, everything is intolerable.

Renjun’s face is pale, fading its natural glow. Eyes sunken, flooded with tears that may ran down his cheeks any second. He can still taste the bitter acid and the pile of flowers at the back of his mouth.

He blinked a few times, hoping that it will make his vision to find its focus. His sight is blurry; either caused by his tears or from dizziness due to too much vomiting. The taste of his tongue is sharp, caused by the acid of his stomach that spill out from his throat together with the petals. He kept of swallowing it, but his throat kept on flowing the acid back. The push and pull event inside his mouth can almost leave some bruise and damage to his teeth and gums.

It is just another unfortunate event before he can even start his day; maybe due to his overthinking last night of how excited he was. Every second he vomits the petals makes him more sick and weak. The disease is taking too much toll to his body; chest and abdominal pain, dry mouth, high fever, and weight lost.

His life is all about disease and flowers; how it makes him suffer from both physical and emotional pain. Flowers makes him sick, but it is neither about those allergies, itchy skin or runny nose sickness; it is the thorns and petals that gives him intolerable pain, choking, and bleeding lungs. Even the changes in the colour of the petals means something; reflecting what is his hidden emotions from within. The darker the colour is, the stronger the love he feels and a higher intensity of pain for his physical body. Everything start to white, it is the very first colour of the petal he had. It means secret and true love, marking the prologue of his sweetest and darkest love story that he will ever have.

After some minutes, Renjun managed to lift himself up and drag his feet to go back to his bed while making sure he won’t bump to anything as his vision is still blurry. The first thing he grab is his phone, texting Jeno that he would be late for their meet-up at the café.