This was an unspoken crush, a silent film no one knew about.
No one knew, except her.
Later, the Japanese roses bloomed.
Everyone knew.
A short story, under 10,000 words. The female lead dies of an illness. This is a tragic ending.
I couldn't capture the emotions after three tries, so I'm writing something angsty to clear my head.
Inspired by a song that readers are encouraged to listen to alongside the story.
Theme: The year the flowers bloomed
