When they first met Anxiety, Prince had confused him with a rebellious Nymph, although the mistake was understandable due to the fact that he sat at the very centre of a field full of different kinds of flowers.
The second time they met, Anxiety had moved into the mindscapes house although he spent most of his time in his room. When their second meeting happened Patton asked about the pure white flower that parted his hair and Anxiety shrugged in response.
The third time they met a soft blue flower joined the white one in parting his hair. It was like a mini crown, and the Sides couldn't help but wonder why he constantly wore flowers.
The forth time they saw each other, Anxiety's usual plain black skinny jeans had been replaced for some back skinny jeans with flowers climbing up the side of them. A purple flower stuck of out his hair beside the other two, although no one questioned it; they considered the flowers part of him now.
After that the flowers continued to grace his skin. First they completed the crown on his head, then they made a bracelet around his wrists, and then stems starting climbing up his back.
He remembered when he first coughed up petals, he was thankfully alone. They had just finished filming a video with Thomas when the petals forced their way out of his throat, blood dripiling past his lips with them. They where soaked a deep red, but the original colours where still apparent.
Purple, blue and white petals where now held in his hand.
He tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the way that every time he got closer to the others he would cough up more and more petals. He ignored the way that flower stems where crawling up his arms, and he payed no attention to the fact that bunches of betifully deadly flowers where on his shoulders and starting to cover his neck.
He ignored it all, and that was his downfall.
The others where sat in the living room watching Steven Universe, and he was alone in his bedroom. The sheer amount of flowers that had overtaken his body made it impossible for him to spend along time with the others, they would surely notice the bright additions to his skin and he couldn't play these off as easily as a fashion choice.
He had on his usual floral vans and skinny jeans, with his dark grey t-shirt and oversized black hoodie with his hood pulled up - hiding his face and the flowers. His stomach growled, and he ventured into unsafe territory.
Staying into the shadows, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. He just needed go make sure the others didn't see his face, which was easier said than done when it came to them. They where annoyingly curious and constantly pryed into things that they had no business knowing.
Like at that moment of time.
"Why is your hood up? It's such a warm day!" Roman asked as he spotted the introvert.
He remained silent. He knew that if he spoke a sea of blood and petals would pour from his mouth, worrying the others far more than his silence ever could.
"Are you okay, Kiddo?" Patton asked caringly and he felt bad when he didn't reply, even if it was for good reason.
"Anxiety, could you please tell us what is bothering you?" Logan asked, and this time he didn't remain silent. He coughed into his hoodie sleeve and grimiced at the blood soaked petals, before hiding them in the palm of his hand. That was far too close.
"Anxiety?" Someone asked, although he didn't know who. His head was spining and he felt like he was about to pass out. He briefly registered something wet escaping the confines of his mouth, but he didn't worry about it too much. The world was spinning far too much to worry about something trivial.
Someone caught him before he could fall, and he winced in pain as they pulled on the flowers that coated his face. He could see nothing but beautiful blues, pure whites and passionate purples.
"Help! Come on, get the flowers away from him!" Roman yelled as he tugged on the flowers just as Anxiety coughed up more of the bloody petals. Patton and Logan soon helped and the three of them tried to ignore the way Anxiety would flinch every time someone pulled on a flower.
Blood coated his face, dying the flowers on it a dark red, as he continued to cough and splutter up petals whilst the others clueless fumbled around. They had no idea how to help, they couldn't help.
A flower crown of could-have-been love on his head, and a suffocating amount of denials inside his lungs killed him that day.
The others sobbed over his body, unable to save him, unable to save the man from a painful death. He smiled though, because at least he wasn't alone in his final moments.
His name was Virgil Anxiety Sanders and he died without telling the loves of his life who he was.
