Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

Bloody Red Roses

Trigger warning! 

Hanahaki, death, blood, angst

Story sugested by: G41acc

Ship: Logince

If you where given the decision between certain death, a loveless life or rejection, what would you chose? 

It's a tough question, huh? Well, just to put it simply, let's say that if I don't make up my mind soon, destiny will take over and decide my fate.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm making it such a deal. Why can't I just- tell him? Why can't I just aproach him and say "hey, Roman, I-"

Suddently I can't breathe, and I need to rush to the bathroom before I vomit all over my room. I manage to get there just in time, as I cough up bloody red roses, some leaves and thorns, as well as some real vomit this time. I stare at the mess I've created, slightly surprised. The bile can't hide the taste of flowers and blood in my mouth. Wow, this is growing fast. Not even two weeks ago, I coughed my first petal, and now I'm vomiting full flowers. I don't have much time, do I?

From what I've researched, the dissease becomes mortal when the flowers finally end up filling your lungs, when they steal all your breath, when they finish piercing your lungs, and when your body simply can't cope anymore. Then, you die. It isn't a nice death either. You sufocate yourself, you have internal bleeding, you struggle to stay alive, but at the end, you can't reverse it, and you cease to exist. I don't I have much time left. A few days max.

I wish- I wish I could something about it. I wish I could just talk, that I could just tell them what's wrong. But I can't. They might want to help, but it'll be imposible. It's too late. Even if Roman liked me back, the flowers are already too big, and I find it imposible for them to dissapear so... fast. How do the flowers know that love is required? They don't. Either way, it'll be usseless. Roman would never see anything in a nerd like me, and him knowing that he caused the hanahaki would break him, and that's the last thing I want. No, it's better like this. It's better if no one knows what killed me, so that way their minds can rest in peace. 

Today becomes the fourth day I've been isolated in my room. When this all started, I was able to hide it quite well, but now it's almost imposible. The good thing about being me is that the others don't notice when I'm gone. I can simply pretend that I was studying or working, for them that's enough. And if Patton worries too much that I don't come out of my room, I just lie, saying that I did come out, the thing is that none of them cared to realice. For now, it's working alright, but I fear that at some point Patton, or any of the others will suspect that there's something else going on, and they'll bring Janus. That'll be my fall. 

Well then. I know I'm going to die, so at least I should say goodbye. I get back to my room and prepate a piece of paper. How should I start my last letter? It has to be dedicated to Roman, he deserves it. I pick up my pen and place it on the paper. 

Dear Roman,

I

Tock tock tock

"Logan?" I hear someone ask. I detect the sly tone of his voice. Shit, it's Janus, "Logan, can we talk?"

My best option is to remain silent, pretend I'm sleeping. If I say anything, Janus will detect if it's a falsehood. And if he does, he'll tell the others, and I can't bear that. 

"Logan, I know you are there, and I know you are awake. If you don't answer me this instant I'll call Roman and he'll throw down the door,"

"NO! Don't- cough- don't call Roman!" I yell, turning around, scared.