"How long do I have...?" His voiced rasped.

"At this rate..." She sighed, "Mr Cohen... A week."

And a week passed.

-

Billy died around a year ago. The public were told it was lung cancer, however it wasn't. He had died from possibly one of the most unbelievable things anyone could imagine; coughing up flowers. It was called 'hanahaki disease' and not many people had heard of it as it wasn't common.

Billy died from choking on flower petals, roses. Aside from choking on them, the thorns from the roses tore up his throat which was why his voice went bad before he passed on. His fans were told he couldn't keep singing in his final weeks and it was true, he was a wreck.

But what was hanahaki disease?
"It occurs, from what we can gather, when the affected has unrequited love. Sometimes people have been cured when they talk to the other person about it, especially when it turns out the love is infact mutual." That's what the doctor told him. He didn't even try to confess, and now... Now he was...

"Billy? You ok there, dude?" Spencer snapped him out of what was beginning to be an unending spiral of depressing thoughts.

"Yea, I'm good." He smiled, however looking at the person that could have saved him was painful after what he had been thinking about.

It had been a year, he still hadn't told Spencer about his feelings, how he died, or even that he still had hanahki disease. Yep, coughing up ecto flowers, a very fun time indeed. Somehow, it seemed to be getting worse. He couldn't die from hanahaki anymore, but it still hurt. It felt almost like he was, "fading...?" He muttered under his breath, confused. A patch on his chest was much more transparent than usual, it hurt. He coughed, spat out a couple of petals coated in ectoplasm. His chest flared with pain. He was glad Spencer didn't see him coughing up petals but he would notice the hole in his chest.

And he thought, maybe he could still die of this disease.

-

Over the next few days, Billy's condition worsened; he began coughing up more petals than usual, almost as many as when he died, though this time he couldn't choke. Most concerning, however, was that he was fading at an alarming rate. Spencer noticed, he brought it up a couple of times but Billy insisted that he was fine.

It wasn't until the ghost was curled up on the floor, almost screaming in pain that he admit that he was anything but fine.

"Billy! Oh man, oh man. Uhh..." Spencer was on the brink of tears.

Billy knew, it was now or never. He coughed up a chunk of rose petals, then choked out his confession, "Spencer... I-I died from hanahaki, not-" he spluttered, "not cancer. I died because I couldn't bring myself to tell you... I love you."