Random Short Stories

Love♡ 《hurts》(pt.2)

But then, that pain, that ache in your chest gets worse. It turns into coughing and hacking.
Over and over.
Your throat burns.
But you don't know why.
Every time, its worse.
Every time you see them, the pain comes back, and more coughing. Blood comes out in small splashes sometimes. But you don't know what's wrong with you.
It was just love, wasn't it?
You're only really concered when you have a coughing fit, but suddenly, among the small amount of blood, a flower petal falls to the ground.
You look around, no petals elsewhere.
You, you just coughed up a flower petal...
Something is off.
You don't feel sick necessarily, only when you're near them. But the coughing is just getting worse.
More flower petals fall from your mouth each time. Eventually, full flowers are falling out when you cough.
Its finally getting hard for you to breathe.
You're walking outside one day when it really happens. You happen to glance over, and see them. The one that you love. The one that would never love you.
The coughing starts small, but as seconds go by, the coughing just gets worse. Your throat burns. You fall to your knees and hold your chest. Your chest burns. It hurts to breathe in between coughs and hacks. Finally, you put your hands on the ground to stabilize yourself. More coughing. More blood. By now there's already a decent sized puddle of blood between your hands, littered with flowers and petals.
They hear you and run over concerned. They ask if you need assistance. You can't respond between coughs. God, it hurts so bad. You can't tell them. They're right there. They want to help. But you're unable to tell them. That hurts too.
Tears stream down your face and falling into the puddle of blood.
You fall down too. Your arms hurt. Your throat hurts. Your chest hurts. Your head hurts.
Your whole body...hurts.
They're still standing there. They quickly turn you over into a position where you wouldn't drown on your own blood, that you're still coughing out. Your body shakes with your coughs and sobs. They're yelling something at you. They're trying to ask you a question. But you can't hear them over the loud and echoing noise of your own violent coughs.
Your vision starts bluring. Red spots appear at the edge of your vision.
You realize that, you're not going to live. You're going to die because of this. What ever it is.
You're going to die because you love someone so much.
You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, and open them quickly. They're still trying to ask you a question. And you still can't hear them. You hold your breath, trying to stop the coughs for a moment.
They're close enough, and so you grab their hand, you can barely hear that they've stoped talking. They look, surprised, you think so anyway, through your blurred vision.
You squeeze their hand as hard as you can with your tired and weak arm, and open your mouth to say one last phrase before you let yourself give in to whatever was killing you.
The last thing you do is look into their eyes, and mutter just loud enough for them to hear....
"....Love...hurts...."