3rd P.O.V
The week had been going quite great which made it a surprise when grian woke up with a cough and a burning feeling in his chest the day before Christmas. He layed in his bed and regretted not leaving his communicator by his bed. Slowly he got up and made his way to the desk where his communicator was. He then messaged mumbo and told him about his symptoms. After a few seconds he received a reply, "ok I'll be right there don't move". Grian smiled to himself but sat there staring at the screen waiting. It had only been five minutes before grian heard a knock from downstairs. "It's open" grian yelled through the closed door.
The door creaked open and footsteps were heard from the hallway. Grian spun the chair around to see mumbo standing in the doorway with a bowl wrapped in plastic. Grian smiled and asked the tall man "whatcha got there" "a bowl of soup?" Grian softly chuckled at the man's uncertainty. Mumbo blushed softly in embarrassment and handed the bowl to the shorter male. Grian watched mumbo stand there awkwardly and motioned him to sir on the bed. Mumbo obeyed and sat down on the edge " hopefully you get better soon" mumbo said "I wouldn't want you to be sick when we have the Christmas party" "Oh about that, I don't think I'm going" grian told the mustache man.
"Well why not?"
"I just don't celebrate it anymore"
"Could you tell me why?"
" I have bad memories associated with it" grian said remembering the times when his parent fought on that holiday. Mumbo was a bit taken back, he had loved spending Christmas day with the other hermits but them again his love for grian was greater. So he excused himself from the room while grian ate the soup and told some of the hermits that he wasn't going to the party tomorrow. When they asked why he just told them he was taking care of a sick grian.
For the rest of the day they grew closer and by the end of the day grian felt better. At night instead of going back to his base mumbo stayed at grian's house. The next day grian sprung up in his bedand rushed to the restroom to vómito (puke). The noises woke mumbo up and soon he was by grians side rushing his back and whispering sweet nothing into his ear. "Merry Christmas I guess grian said after rinsing his mouth out. "Same to you" mumbo replied.
~Time skip brought to you by the last days of summer~
It was night and the clouds were squeezing the last bits of light out of the sun ,and the pair were cuddling outside of grians base. Grian felt his eyes slowly drop but it wasn't sleep that was coming for him, it felt more permanent, more deadly, grian soon Realized the awful truth. So he looked over to mumbo and said "I love you mumbo, just wanted to let you know before I go" "what do you mean?" Mumbo asked but it was too late grians eyes were already shut and his breathing had started to slow down.
Mumbo sat there stroking grians hair and whispering things in grians ear, the last thing grian heard before fully dying was mumbo saying that he loves him back. Now mumbo was there outside with the corpse of his crush, he regretted not saying more things to grian while he was still there. He sat there finally letting the tears he held back flow across his face. Mumbo recalled all the time he had spent with grian and decide that he would try to find him in in afterlife. He walked back inside and grabbed the knife on the counter, with tears on his face he took his life with a slash on his neck.
