Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

I wish I were Heather

TW for blood and stuff like that-
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3rd person POV:

Z can't remember when the pain in his chest started. Maybe it was when their eyes first met.
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A starry face beaming at him, a high-pitched voice asking for his name.
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"I'll call you Z, okay?"

"Come on Z! Let's go by the river!"
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Maybe it was when the both were in middle school, the thrill of skipping class together, trying not to laugh while hiding from the teachers.
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No, that wasn't it, the night he threw up white roses, stained with blood. That wasn't the night he felt flowers growing inside his lungs, roots piercing his ribs, poking his heart.

Ah, Z remembers now. He remembers it all too well, the moment his world came crashing down, forever burned in his head. The way T looked at one of thier classmates the way Z looked at him. The blush blooming on both thier faces (T looked beautiful, so, so beautiful). That was the moment Z felt something itching up this throat, clawing at his lungs. That was the moment he ran out of the classroom, ignoring the worried shout 'Z?' and threw open the door to the bathroom and threw up a bouquet of bloodied flowers.

He watched T's eyes as she walked by, what a sight for sore eyes. They were were brighter than the sky above them. Z knows she has T mesmerized, she's everything Z's not. She's an angel, but then again, Z wishes she was dead. T's so helplessly inlove like Z is with him, and Z dies a bit inside everytime his eyes light up when she enters the room.

So when his high-school teacher asked him if he was alright when he entered entered the room after his episode, he plasterer a fake smile and said, "I'm fine," He teacher nodded and told him to go sit down. He sat down and the people around him started asking if he was really okay, and he just kept the smile and answered.

'Everyone just needs to leave me alone. I'm already dying of some weird ass disease, that makes me cough up flowers - I don't care,'

Except, he does, he doesn't want to die. There's so much he has to do first, he can't die.

The first people he told was Jesse and Robaire, Robaire caught him in the bathroom and instantly knew what it was. Z just sat there and let him hug him, they both knew Z didn't have a lot of time left - Jesse asked who he was inlove with,

"So, who is it?"

"Yeah, who do I have to murder?" Robaire's halfassed joke did nothing to help the situation.

Z ran a hand over his face, "It's T."

And God, the look of pure despair on thier faces as he says that is almost too much for Z, because they even know he's done for.
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The next person who figures it out is Tae. They happened to be alone together after their Chemistry class, and Tae being the kind person he is, confronts Z.

"What's wrong?" The question shatters the comfortable silence.

"What?" Z asked, dread building up in his stomach - There's no way Tae knows, but Tae was more observant than Z gave him credit for.

"What's wrong? You've been acting strange lately." Tae said, trying to have Z open up to him.

"I have Hanahaki, okay? I'm in love with someone that will never love me back." Z spoke, but it came out as a whisper.

Tae's face flashed with surprise, "Who?" His voice was sympathetic; it made Z want to choke on the flowers and die already. Just to get it over with.