Flowers.
Roses, to be more precise.
They sprouted through his chest, up his throat, and past his tear-sprinkled lips. Their thorns caved into his flesh, unraveling the knitting of them slowly.
He pressed his palms to his lips, coughing against them as fluffy crimson petals attempted to push past them.
"Can, could I be excused please?"
Petals stuck to his shoes as he stood up, nodding at the teacher who motioned to the door with a stiff hand.
He could feel blood curdling in his mouth, coating his tongue like a sour-flavored piece of candy. It grasped onto the petals of the roses, blending two separate colors of red together to form a new one.
Finally reaching the bathroom, he pushed the door open and ducked his head. His hands instinctively reached for the sink, gripping onto it tightly when it was in reach.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Petals slipped from his tongue, coming out in repeated coughs as he hunched over the sink. Beads of blood flew from his tongue, coating the sink red as time progressed.
The sound of the door opening missed his ears, bypassing him completely as his hands shook on the sides of the sink.
"Finney?"
A cough shook through his ribs, pushing blood and rose petals up his throat as he pressed his stomach to the sink. He tilted his head gently, groaning as his vision grew blurry.
"Finney, what's going on?"
A hand was placed on his back, rubbing along the loose fabric of his shirt as he sniffled. His throat burned, his lips splattered with crimson beads of blood as he looked at himself through the mirror.
Robin was behind him, fear glued to his eyes as he frowned.
"We can, this can be fixed. This can be fixed, right Finn?"
Finney dipped his head down once more, coughing a few times before he shook his head. He could feel arms wrap around his torso, bringing him closer to the person behind him.
"I'm not taking no as an answer. We'll fix this. I'll fix it."
Finney wanted to shake his head, to scream that fixing this was practically impossible. It wasn't like Robin would suddenly return the feelings, like he'd
No.
No, it was impossible.
Finney wheezed softly as more petals erupted from his inside of him, sprouting through his body like a meadow. Robin made him stand straight, a look of confidence in his eyes as he ducked his head slightly.
"I'll fix this."
Finney's breath left his mouth as Robin's lips met his, pink dusting over both of their cheeks when they parted.
Robin couldn't return the feelings.
It was impossible.
At least,
it should've been.
The last of the rose petals fell from his lips in shreds of velvet. The thorns once poking into his skin dispersed into the air, clearing from inside of his body completely.
Finney's eyes grew warm as he turned around, his heartbeat growing loud inside of his ears as Robin smiled down at him.
"You, you fixed it."
"I told you I would."
Finney had so many questions, so many emotions to let slip out of his mouth. But now, feeling so light and so far from dying, he let himself be at peace.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner. I should've kissed you the first time we locked eyes."
Finney laughed at that, backing away from Robin with a grin. Robin tilted his head to the side, laughing as well.
"Would that have been too soon?"
Finney nodded his head, rubbing his eyes.
"Way too fucking soon."
