Colby Brock Centric Oneshots

Roses - Hanahaki Disease - P1 (Jolby)

Rose petals became acceptance to him.

He lay in the bathtub filled with crimson roses. They floated across the surface of the water aside from the few that stuck to his body and the sides of the pristine white bathtub. It was beautiful despite the circumstances being miserable.

Most people wanted to do something similar to this, especially those on Tik Tok who had made this a trend. But he could only bring himself to wish that this was for Tik Tok. Could only wish that this was for some aesthetic and photography but it wasn't because here he was laying in the rose muddled bathtub thinking of the very man who he was suffering for. Who he'd continue suffering for until the moment he could no longer do so.

It was twisted in a sense knowing that he was sitting here just waiting for it to happen all because he refused to tell the man how he felt.

But when he thought of it he considered it worth it because Jake had only ever seemed to have an interest in Tara. And while the two of them weren't dating he still wouldn't do that to either of them because Tara was his friend and the woman was as beautiful and kind as they came she deserved Jake more than he ever could. And Jake well Jake was the most compassionate and kind person that he'd ever met but he knew that as much as he dreamed of something happening between them all he'd ever be to Jake was a best friend. Nothing more and nothing less.

The crimson petals drifted across the water shriveling slightly at how long they'd been soaked. Yet they still looked as beautiful as ever despite the fact that each petal that forced its way through his throat was cutting it making it raw and tender. It was the most painful thing that he'd ever had to endure in his short life span as blood trickled in streams from his mouth. Watering the petals and liquid that he was soaked in already a dark red that diluted from all of the water.

His throat felt raw and torn almost like sandpaper, his heart heavy as his chest felt full and crushed against the flowers that filled his lungs. It was disgusting and the mere texture that the soft petals soaked with metallic blood brought to him made him want to gag but he was far too exhausted to do so. Besides it would only irritate his throat more.

He lay back against the coldness of the tub getting lost in his garden of thoughts. The worst part of his death would be the fact that he'd stained the tub a crimson color, he'd thought of setting something down onto the surface of the bathtub but didn't have enough time to do so. His eyes closed at the thought already imagining how angry Jake would be at the fact that he was worried about a tub while he lay there miserable and dying.

He'd always wondered what dying would feel like. Some had told him that it didn't hurt and while his portrayal of death never was never particularly painful he knew it wasn't painless either. At least not for those who had to deal with the aftermath.

He didn't regret this, didn't regret not getting the surgery to remove these deadly vines growing inside of him. Because sure he wouldn't be dying had he gotten it but his feelings for Jake would cease to be and he couldn't bring himself to handle that.

So as he lay there in defeat accepting the fact that he was going to die he found himself fascinated as the flowers blossomed from him. If he ignored the pain long enough and just focused on the roses then he could see the beauty behind them.

Jake's favorite flower was a rose which made him slightly at peace. It helped to know that his death wouldn't be in vain because at least he'd go with something that Jake loved.

And just like that his mind snapped to all of the memories he had with Jake. Memories filled with want, longing, and desire.

Maybe that was what eased his mind the fact that Tara and Jake could end up together without him being in the way if it all. And he could finally stop hurting.

And yet as the tears prickle his pain-filled cobalt blue eyes he knows that he's not truly at peace until he gets closure. So he carefully takes his phone with his sopping wet hands. And messages the one person who never seems to leave his mind.

He clicked on Jake's contact and started messaging preparing for them to be the last things he said. But at least he'd finally be able to get closure.

I didn't mean for this to happen

Sent 6:00 PM

But somewhere along the way it did and I don't know how to handle this.

Sent 6:01 PM

And I love you Jake gosh I love you more than you could ever imagine.

Sent 6:01 PM

He sighs before finally letting the tears stream down his face dripping silently as they meet the water in droplets. It mixes with the water around him he feels his lungs constricting painfully as a bloodied rose petal falls from his mouth. He catches it with a shaking hand and lurches forward harshly coughing as sobs run through his thin body.

And then he's just tired left with nothing but the ebbing exhaustion and a small smile as he lays his head against the cold surface of the tub before a soft smile gracing his face as he brings his face to meet the water. Finally sinking down as his bloodied hand sprawls across the top of the tub painting it a bloody mural.

He doesn't realize the panic-stricken voice or the door handle being messed with nor does he see a silver-haired man running into the room with tear-filled eyes.