This is a request from @saffire2005 and when she made her request it reminded me of one story idea I had a long time ago, so thank you for the reminder and thank you sooo much for the request.

I hope you enjoy it.

Lances pov

I feel the pressure build up in throat again, and I fall to my knees, I tried my hardest to get air into my lungs but it was impossible, I tried to suck in air but it would hit a barrier and stopped, i tried coughing to get rid of the evil petals that packed together tightly in my lungs.

Finally the petals fell from my mouth and landed on the floor mixed with the vibrant red blood. The flowers were a pretty rainbow flower, it must have been an alien flower, one that truly was admirable. Someone must have seen it while out on a mission and decided it was their favourit.

A few weeks ago I had discovered I had hanahaki disease and it was progressing fast. The vines accumulated quickly filling my throat. It was painful, the flower that the my unrequited lover had chosen has painful thorns that would scrape the inside of my body making a sting that would never go away.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a rag I had been using the clean up the messes I had been making, I pulled out a bag and placed the killer flower petals inside and zipped it closed placing it back into my pocket, I took the rag out and started to clean up the blood. Once it all was clean I placed the rag back into my pocket and stood on shaky legs. Once I stood it took a few moments for the world to come to a complete stop, I had been more disoriented lately and had significantly less energy then normal.

Maybe it was due to the fact that I could no longer stomach food, well I mean the food that I had managed to squeeze through the vines in my lungs, besides it wasn't any good, everything that entered my mouth tasted metallic like the blood that I had been gushing out.

But that wasn't the worst part, most people say it's the heart break that hurts them the most, well not for me I don't know who I have hanakai for, all I know is I throw up petals and the only disease to cause that is hanakai. I couldn't save myself, I didn't know who was killing me with rejection, and i don't think I'll live long enough to find out.

I sigh and stumble out of my room placing one hand on the wall and using it to help me keep steady as I walk to the lounge room. The doors open and I see my team sitting down all of them had big smiles on their faces and were laughing, even Keith. I felt a tightening in my chest as the vines grew larger. They were hanging out without me, something that had been happening more and more frequently.

I take a few steps inside the room trying to be careful so my steps didn't seem being shaky and uncontrollable.

"H-hi."I say, my voice rough from the thorns that tore up my throat. They all turn to look at me, most of their faces turn dimmer and some just look down right annoyed.

"Oh hi lance, didn't realise you were here."keith says, they didn't want me here, they didn't care I wasn't here. I felt more pressure as the roses in my body matured even more.

"Uh...yeah..."I say awkwardly, the room is filled up with a silence that competes with the roses in my throat to suffocate me.

"Well, you can go back to your stupid facial treatments."allura said waving me off, the mature flowers in my throat lost some of their petals and I could feel the pressure of them build in my throat. They didn't want me here, they didn't need me. I take a few steps backwards away from the team. The automatic doors opened for me, once i had exited the room I fell instantly to the floor. The pressure grew and grew as I thought about what just happened. I could feel the large flowers and vines tearing apart my chest and throat, my breathing pushing the skin further and further helping the plants pull my chest and throat straight in half.

I wanted to scream out in pain but the petals stopped all air from coming out of my throat. I think I was dying and I could even call out for help, I was dying and my family didn't even care....

My family....

I loved them, I had a platonic love for all those people in that room....but they didn't love me back.

And with that thought I could feel my chest and throat pull apart all the way letting the colorful flowers that were newly created by my emotions great the real world and the large petals in my throat fell out....

3rd persons POV

He didn't feel much when he died, he felt his skin expand over a larger surface as it slowly, it very slowly tore apart one strand of flesh stretching to the point of snapping at a time, as the large flowers grew, his chest could no longer contain the flowers he had, his chest could no longer contain the love he felt for his team.

He felt the relief of pressure in his throat as the last of the petals clogging it fell out.

He was laying on the floor, unable to scream or cry out, while his family was in the other room having a good time, completely ignorant to the fact that their neglect had killed an innocent human who had never asked to be stuck in this situation.

But most of all, he felt his love for the paladins, he had finally come to terms with the fact that he loved his team in a way that they never could, he felt his heart break as he realized the people he had considered as family had never seen him as anything more then a burden to them.

So people were right, it was the heart break that hurts the most, and it will always be the heartbreak that kills you.