choking on flowers

growing.

issac had this for about a month now.
normal boys would confront the person they had a crush on.
that's what most people did, anyways.
but if you're like issac, why confront someone if you know they don't feel the same?

he had felt the flowers crowding his lungs already. every time he threw up those pretty pink roses there would be more and more.

he had known evan since he was a child. they had been friends forever, until around their junior year in high school. evan had met a new group of friends and had slowly but surely stopped talking to issac. he didn't know why this disease started now. he asked himself that quite often.

why? why now? why did he start having feelings for his childhood friend as soon as he stopped talking to him?
the worst days were when he had to see evan. it had gotten so bad to the point he had ask to be dismissed from class so he could throw up flower petals in the boy's bathroom because he had been told to work as partners with evan.

now he couldn't stop thinking about evan. now he would be minding his own business in the comfort of his home and then evan would pop into his head and then the non-stop coughing fit would start. his parents already thought something was wrong with him. they threatened to take him to the doctor.

if you're sick you go to the doctor.

the doctor helps you.

but issac didn't want a doctor.

he was in love with someone who didn't care about him. you can't fix that.

there's no medication for being lovesick.

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