Part one.

"He'd always loved flowers...
But he failed to see mine."

Hanamaki didn't really believe in love; he saw it pass by in other's lives, he saw the wounds it inflicted and the pleasure it brought, but he never saw himself in the midst of the rose, young and unwary, utterly oblivious to what the cruel world had to unveil to him.
Turns out his first dew drop had been Matsukawa Issei, his best friend all along.
Hanamaki never thought he'd be pierced by love's thorns, but he soon found himself drowning in his own blood, while his true love held out his hand, a foot apart with cold eyes.
Eyes that would never, ever hold the love for him back.