Poisonous Petals | BOYF RIENDS

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Michael slowly lifted his hand to brush against Jeremy's cheek. He frowned as he stared at the flower budding on Jeremy's right ear. 

"Michael?"

"I'm so sorry I did this to you."

"What?"

"I'm sorry it had to be you and not some other guy. I'm so so so sorry, Jer."

"Michael, what are you going on about?"

Michael didn't answer, he just babbled on and on about being sorry because damn, he was so much more than sorry. Why did he do this to Jere? Of all people, it was Jeremy fucking Heere.

Perfect Jeremy fucking Heere.

The only person who didn't think he was just weird or the "antisocial headphones kid". Jeremy saw him as Michael. Why did he have to find out?

Michael was so damn sorry he was doing this to Jere.

"Michael? Michael, I need you to stay awake okay?"

Michael didn't notice how his vision was blurring. The midnight blue rose was blooming, only a few more petals to fall open.

Michael was almost dead.

"Fuck, Jere. I'm so fucking sorry."

Michael barely held back a loud sob as his body shook violently. Jeremy panicked and pulled Michael's body close to his own, not paying attention to the blood soaked petals on the floor and slowly pouring out of Michael's mouth.

"Micheal, don't be sorry. I'll just call an ambulance and-"

"You know that it wouldn't work, Jere-"

"No! I-I can still get help. You can still live, I can't let you die, Micheal!"

Michael smiled sadly through sobs. He weakly lifted his hand to the rose growing behind Jeremy's ear and gently brushed it with his fingertips.

"'When a person is close to death from the Hanahaki Disease, a flower will grow behind the person they love's ear. It will grow larger the closer the diseased person is to his or her death. It will be fully bloomed when the person has died from the disease.'"

Michael repeated the article he read, burned into his mind as he spent hours researching this damned disease.

"N-No..."

Jeremy stuttered out, one of his hands going to grip onto Michael's. Waterfalls of tears spilled down his pale, freckled face. Michael always liked Jeremy's freckles.

"You c-can't die on my, Micha... Not after all the shit we've been through..."

Michael was struggling to find words as his world started fading away. It was noticeably harder to breath, like something was drowning him and filling his lungs.

Michael could see his life flashing in small bits, most of which included Jeremy somewhere. Michael smiled sadly as he stared at Jeremy's face.

"Jere."

Michael breathed out.

"I'm glad it was you."

(there is going to be one more chapter!! sorry for leaving for so long!! ;;)