nine: twin weeds

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keith's carnation was getting smaller as the days got shorter. the flower continued to shrink as more leaves fell to the gritty sidewalk, and he switched his fingerless gloves out for fuzzier, white ones. the jimmy weed on the side of his head was getting smaller too. one time, keith watched it shrink and smiled as he watched the small weed get smaller and smaller. he liked to let his mind wander and think about what revelation his soulmate came to in order for the weed to shrink.

keith always liked winter better anyways. this only made the season more happy for him.

until he went to that same coffee shop, on thirty-first street, and his phone rang.

his brother was in the hospital. again.

keith started to hate winter, and he stopped going to thirty-first street.

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"lance, your jimmy weed..." hunk said, almost horrified, as he pointed to lance's temple.

lance ran to the mirror in his dorm bathroom and watched, sick to his stomach, as the flowering weed on the side of his head grew so long it reached his hip.

"h-hunk! hunk! what do i do!?" lance cried, running out of the bathroom and back into his room. hunk sat, a worried look stricken across his face. "what do i fucking do!?"

the pain spilled out of hunk's eyes. "there's nothing you can do, lance." hunk said sadly. lance's stomach sunk, despite knowing the answer before hunk opened his mouth.

"i hate this!" lance yelled, tears filling his eyes as he held the weed in his hands. "i hate how i can't do anything to help!"

hunk slid off the bed, and down onto his knees where lance had crumpled down. "you can hope, lance. hope that they'll be okay."

lance wept. he knew hunk was right, because hunk was always right. the connection he felt to his soulmate was so powerful, lance felt as though he could feel the pain his soulmate felt. he'd felt like this before, where his jimmy weed grew and he felt like he could tell what kind of sadness his soulmate was feeling.

lance had felt this kind of pain before; but it didn't feel this... this soul crushing.

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