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Saheon gasped, the ache settled down to his chest. The petals appeared between his hands. Resembling angel wings, slowing down his breath stage by stage. His lips were already swollen, his fingers were burning. The nausea made him sit down.

He glared the paper on his desk. The culprit hadn't been contacting him. He wished to have a single negative emotion for him, but he wasn't even resenting him. More surprisingly, he was ready to wait more, while his thoughts always ended up with a specific act, coughing up these flowers.

He hid the poisonous petals behind the box. Grabbing the pen, he one more time wrote.

Hey, heeeey. Did you die?

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