hey! so this takes place all through the glass magician. I tweaked some events, so I hope you guys enjoy :)

Ceony knew she was in trouble when she woke up and began to throw up red rose petals onto her quilt one morning, a few days after she had saved her mentor from the hands of Lira. Ceony clutched her quilt, her mind racing to find another reason as to why her body was doing this, but there was no other reason. She knew this concept.

This was how Hanahaki Disease starts.

Hanahaki Disease, as Ceony had read about it, was when a one-sided love blossoms. It is very common in the world for this to occur. The body recognizes the feeling of love and reacts when it is not returned. The patient would throw up or cough up petals. There are two ways to removing this disease, one by surgery, but once that occurs, the feelings dissipate. The surgery was pain free under anesthetics and wasn't much of a cost, as it grew to be common with each case.

Side effects, unfortunately, can happen along with the surgery, i.e, loss of empathy, forgetting the person they love entirely, and/or, the feeling that something is missing deep in one's chest. The other way consists of the other person returning the love to the patient. If she didn't do the surgery or have her love returned, she could die from it.

The problem is, of course, Emery would never return the love to her. It was a petty crush. Ceony looked down on her quilt, which now had beautiful red rose petals on it. She picked some up as she continued to cough more up. Why did this have to happen? Why was she falling in love with him?

She scooped up the petals as she coughed more out, heading towards the rubbish bin. She got on her knees and started to throw them up. It felt strange on her tongue, the petals had no particular taste, so it felt as though she was throwing up air. She hoped she was not coughing loud enough as the petals spilled from her mouth. Her eyes were watering as she continued. She filled about half the rubbish bin when it stopped. She wiped her lips, breathing in heavily.

She could hide this. She could go through her two years as the roses continued to grow in her chest cavity. She could do this.

Even after Emery's obvious rejection in the apartment, the petals continued to come out of her mouth with ease. It was unfortunate, as then it truly solidified the thought that the love really was one-sided.

Ceony should have been more careful, but she had grown careless as the days went by and Emery never noticed her sudden catch of feelings. Regardless if Emery had been choosing to avoid asking or he was just drafter Ceony originally thought, she was just glad that nobody knew.

But Delilah, of course, Delilah would notice. Delilah herself had gone through the surgery and had thrown up daisy petals when she had fallen for some petty boy. She probably noticed how worse Ceony was starting to look, with her eyes heavier than usual and her difficulty in breathing. Of course. Delilah had not spoken about it, not until after their mirror-hopping. Ceony was about to warn Delilah not to say anything to the Magicians that were arguing inside the room, when Delilah spoke first.

"Who is it?"

"Huh?" Ceony looked up from her fidgeting. Delilah's eyes were worried.

"Who did you fall for?" Delilah asked, with a bit more clarity. Ceony paled. Why now?

"Nobody?" She tried the dumb card, but Delilah wasn't so easily swayed. Delilah shifted to properly face Ceony.

"Who is it?"

"Emery." Ceony answered, just barely a whisper. Delilah, of course, heard it.

"Magician Thane?" Delilah asked, just as Ceony had began to throw up some petals instead of just merely coughing them. Delilah tried catching them with one hand and comforting Ceony with the other. "Oh Ceony, you can't do this!"

"Yes, I can." Ceony said between her fits, "I can do this. I have been. Three months along."

"Ceony! You know this can kill you! Another month and you'll be done for!" Delilah said, "I got the surgery. It was easy. You can do it too."

"I don't care." Ceony said, wiping her mouth as the last of the petals came. Ceony scooped the rose petals up and opened a bag in her purse, stuffing them in. "Magician Aviosky will transfer me. I don't want that over some crush. With that surgery, I could forget Magician Thane; I could be apathetic.

"I know, but Ceony-"

"Not a word. Just like the mirror-hopping. Please. Promise me." Ceony begged.

"I promise." Delilah muttered, just as the meeting doors swung open. Delilah had better keep her promise, Ceony hoped. She had to get through it. As the magicians began to walk out, Delilah popped from her seat once Mg. Aviosky and Emery came along. Ceony hoped Delilah would not say anything as she stood as well.

"I apologize for the delay. Some of us are especially long-winded." Mg. Aviosky greeted, eyeing Mg. Hughes for a moment before returning her look back to the two apprentices. Ceony smiled softly, yawning. She had to make this realistic.

"It was long, and those books are tiresome. I assume I'll hear nothing of what you decided without me?" Ceony's tone had a bit of a sharpness to it, unintentionally. Mg. Aviosky responded for Emery, who looked as though he had something to say.

"Correct, Miss Twill. The less you know, the safer you are. I'll be sure to have you debriefed once things have been settled." Ceony nodded as Emery picked up her stack of books and rested another hand on Ceony's shoulder. She could feel the petals building up.

"Let's go back, we have some things to review." Emery said. Ceony nodded.

Mg. Aviosky stopped the two from leaving as she said, "If you don't mind, Magician Thane, I'd like to speak to Ceony privately for a moment. Only a moment." Ceony noticed how Mg. Aviosky's eyes were trained on her shoulder. She was about to get a lecture, she knew it.

"Very well," Emery said as he removed his hand. Ceony felt the warmth leave her and she felt cold, suddenly. "I'll wait outside." Emery turned on his heel and walked away. Mg. Aviosky gave Delilah a quick order and motioned for Ceony to follow her. They ended up in the women's lavatory.

"When I assigned you as a Folder, I debriefed you on proper apprenticely conduct and what was expected of you once you began your employment under Magician Thane." She began, "Perhaps there are a few things I forgot to mention, such as referring to a Magician by his first name."

Yup. A lecture. "I...I didn't mean to do it, it's just-," but of course, before Ceony could even try to defend herself, she began coughing. She covered her mouth quickly, but there was no use in hiding it. Mg. Aviosky swiftly grabbed onto Ceony's wrist and pulled it down with a surprising amount of force. Her eyes widened to the size of polo balls as the petals came out of Ceony's mouth profusely.

"Miss Twill!" In a flash, Mg. Aviosky went from scolding to caring. She grabbed onto Ceony and held her comfortably as the petals continued to come. It burned. The feeling in her chest was getting worse. Once it stopped, Mg. Aviosky made Ceony's eyes look into hers.

"You need to have the surgery." She sounded so much like Delilah.

"No." Ceony rasped, "I will not."

"You cannot continue like this, Miss Twill."

"I will continue as I please." Ceony said confidently.

"You do not decide-,"

"No!" She manage to shout, despite the pain grasping her chest harder and harder. "I will decide what happens to my body. I can't. Please. God, no. Don't transfer me, don't make me do the surgery, don't do anything." At this point, the petals had stopped. "You don't understand what happened in there. I know his heart better than my own. I feel like I've known him all my life, alright? I love Folding because he showed me. If this is the result of my love to him, so be it." She let out one last cough, a single petal falling onto the floor, before walking away from the Gaffer.

The third time she had been caught, it was by Grath himself. She had lost herself in Belgium over her stupidity, only for Grath to find her. She had expected to have a duel against her, but instead, she started throwing up petals as Grath found her.

"Petals? You have a one-sided love?" Grath asked, rather than giving her some witty remark. He started to laugh, "Me too." He sounded so normal when he said that.

"Huh?" Ceony managed to ask, but Grath didn't need to explain himself. Purple petals fell from his mouth, but he did not look like he was having trouble. Iris petals began to flow, but as quick as they came, they had stopped coming out.

"How saddening. Who did you fall for? Emery?" When he saw her choke, he smirked, "You fell for him? What a joke."

"What about you?" Ceony asked, thinking she could earn herself more time, maybe the magicians back home were tracking her. "Who did you end up falling for?"

"Why should I tell you?" Grath said, "It's not even important anymore. I've learned to control my petals after the years. It's clear you have not." Ceony decided to throw him off guard.

"Is it Lira?" The fake-Excisioner winced. So it was. But before he could even respond, a voice came from behind.

"We should really stop meeting like this." Ceony breathed out a sign of relief. She was safe. Her secret was safe. For now.

Langston was the second to last person to see her throw up petals. As Langston drove away, farther from the cottage, the petals wouldn't stop. Langston stopped the car and pulled over the second the petals came. He gave her some water from a closed pitcher and a home-baked cookie, which she was heavily grateful for. After a few moments of reconcile, she answered his questions for him.

"I love him," there was no need to tell him who the pronoun was for. Langston gave her a small smile. "No, I will not go through the surgery. I can handle it." She added firmly. Langston only chuckled.

"I threw up peonies," Langston said, starting the car up again and driving down the cobble road. Ceony looked at him, "when I had fallen in love with this girl, who already had someone in her life. She was engaged. I had gotten surgery right away to avoid trouble, but the peonies came back again, and again, and again, every single time I had seen her. It had come to the point where I had five surgeries in a row and I had lost my affections completely, all because I forgot her. I mean, I know her name and a basic idea what she had looked like, but that's it. I don't remember loving her. Isn't that odd? A simple surgery and you can forget. Sometimes I wish I hadn't. Sometimes I'm glad I did." Langston was opening up to her and she didn't know what to say. Langston continued on instead. "I know you don't want to forget or lose everything, but...I know Magician Thane. The surgery might be your only choice, lest you would rather die."

I'd rather die, Ceony thought. Instead, she said, "Maybe after all of this is over."

Maybe.

The final time was when the buggy stopped at the train station. Emery was going to fight Saraj. Ceony had already tried begging him to not go, but there was no use. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and grabbed his suitcase from behind the seat. Ceony watched as he got out of the buggy.

He was walking away from her.

Petals were flowing from her mouth with each step he took. He was going on a suicide mission. She would have to try. She was on her own suicide mission herself anyway. She kicked open the door and despite the petals, she managed to yell, "If you're going to go and get yourself killed, you could at least kiss me first!" The entire sentence had made her fall to her knees, tears spilling from her eyes and the red rose petals spilling faster and faster. They wouldn't stop. They just wouldn't stop. Why now? She looked up slowly and she saw him walking towards her. Oh god, no. No, no, she shouldn't have done this. He knows, he knows, he knows.

He placed his suitcase down beside him. Ceony shakily stood up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were unreadable. The petals had stopped now, but the ones that had fallen had created a pool of red around them. Emery put one hand on Ceony's waist, the other on the unbruised side of her face, wiping the tears that were spilling from her cheeks. Oh god. He tilted his head to the right slowly and brought his lips to hers. Her chest cavity felt lighter, oh so light. She reached for his neck, kissing him exactly how she imagined it. The kiss lasted for only a moment, but it let like centuries. Emery let go, gazed at her, kissed her forehead, then grabbed his suitcase and walked away once more, for good.

The last of the remaining petals spilled from her mouth at that moment, with the very last one being white, signifying that the love was returned.

now the original plot, I had Ceony undergo the surgery with the constant force of Patrice, but the petals would not go away. instead, I put that into Langston's little story about his experience with Hanahaki Disease. this ended up being the final result. thank you, all of you, who are reading this. I've been so busy with school lately, like AP World History and whatnot. I hope this is satisfactory enough.