Erik x Reader (One shots/ Scenarios)

Hanahaki Disease! Reader Part Two

I got quite a few requests for this one

Sorry it took a while life be getting me hehe

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Erik's POV

   I take a slow raggedy breath with my hand over my chest. It's been hard to breathe recently, and I know why. My dear Christine is killing me. She does not love me, she only loves that fool Raoul. There are surgeries to fix this predicament I am in, but I do not care to reverse my feelings. If my feelings withered then my music would too, so I must live with the growing thorns of the roses inside of me. My approaching death doesn't worry me; I've lived much longer than I thought I would anyway. Being one with music is far more important to me than living longer.

   My mind wanders back to you...our. singing lesson was cut short today because you were sick. It strikes me as odd that you wouldn't have informed me of how you were feeling before we began, especially because you have done so before. The last time you were sick you told me the moment you walked through the door, and afterwards I invited you in for tea to try and help you feel a bit better. Why did you not do the same thing today? Your coughing was also quite violent, if it was that bad you needed to tell me. You acted so odd earlier...it really concerns me.

   I should go to see you so we can discuss your usual behavior. With my mind set on that I stand up and put my jacket on to get ready to leave. There is an uneasy feeling I have in my chest. The closer I get to my front door I realize it isn't just the flowers in my lungs, it is a strong worry. 

   I grab my lantern and step out of my front door with my anxiety trailing behind me. My thoughts swirl around in my brain wildly, the more I think of what could be wrong more worries appear. Did you fake that horrible cough to try and get away from me? No, you wouldn't do that...I hope not, at least. Or were you just being stubborn and not wanting to admit you were sick? Did you not want me to worry about you? Am I too overbearing about getting you to feel better, so you decided to not tell me? Hell, maybe I am, I'm going to see you right now because of it.

   My feet slow down as I start to rethink this. I suck in my breath and glance behind me; back to the direction of my house. I should go back and leave you be, I don't want to be too much for you, especially since you don't feel well right now. 

   I turn around and start to make my way back, but a sharp pain in my chest stops me. I wince and grip onto my vest as if that will stop the pain in my lungs. My throat tickles, so much so I have to cough to try to make that feeling go away. I bend over and put my hand against the wall to keep myself standing. My breathing becomes obstructed as I feel petals crawling up my throat, I watch as they float down to the floor in an elegant manner. Who knew dying could be so beautiful?

   After coughing up some petals and a few flowers, I am able to get a hold of myself. I wipe my mouth of some blood that trickled down during my cough attack. What would Christine say if she knew she was killing me? Would she even care? What would you say if you knew you were killing me too? I realized I was in love with you only a few months ago. The amount of petals seem to have doubled after becoming friends with you. It is painful, but not as painful as knowing that you could never fall in love with a demon like me. I wouldn't want you to anyway, I don't want to keep you hidden in the shadows when you should stay in the brilliant light. I know you would turn away from me after seeing my hideous face too. I just have to live with knowing I am dying twice as fast as before. 

   I weakly continue my trek out of the passageways. My footsteps echo off of the walls, only hearing noises caused by myself make me feel even more lonely. My eyes focus on the water beside me, my reflection only haunts me. I watch as some flowers float by, they're beautiful and bright as they swim by. The colorful petals look out of place in this dark kingdom of night. Wait...petals? I didn't cough into the water and it isn't possible for flowers to be down here unless someone else brought them in. Who has come down here? 

   You. 

   My eyes dart up to look at my surroundings. No one comes down this far, only you and Nadir do. I know for a fact Nadir hasn't been here today. You have come this direction not that long ago; it can only be from you. I rush down the path and get met with a slumped over figure. I lift up my lantern and recognize your outfit from earlier. My shaking hands drop my light and I rush over to you. I drop to my knees and pull your face to look at mine. Your skin is cold and blue and your eyes are closed. There are bloody flowers and petals surrounding your corpse. They are the same ones that I saw in the water. 

   "No!" I shout with my shaky voice. I listen to it echo off in the distance; still alone. 

   You were sick, but just not from the illness I expected. My heart aches from this horrible sight in front of me. I only ever wanted to see your smile and hear your amazing voice sing my songs, not to hold your lifeless body in my arms. You have been going through the same heartbreak I have been experiencing and yet you never said a word. You were such an amazing person, who could possibly not love you back? Who has brought this fate upon you?

   My breath gets caught in my throat as my tears get lost down my face, but when I try to breathe it's painful and almost impossible. I choke violently as I hold myself up over your body. Petals float down and land on your emotionless face. I try to hit my chest to help myself, but it doesn't do much at all. Each cough is worse than the last, with more and more coming up every time. Soon there aren't any petals left, only large roses that struggle to escape my throat. The thorns dig into my skin and drag along my windpipe as I throw them up. They cover your face and body delicately. Your death is so beautiful.

   My body weakens from my lack of air which makes me fall on top of you. As I press into your body it is almost like I can feel your arms wrap around me; helping me through to my sooner than I expected death. Soon enough my vision starts to blur and my head feels lighter, and my pain lessens. Is this you helping me to a pleasant death? 

   I let out one final wheeze as my last breath escapes my body. Our bodies shall rot together with the flowers of our destruction. It is nice to be with you in death.