choking on flowers

is it worth it?

the flowers in his lungs had grown more and more. issac was staying home, throwing up those disgusting pink roses he was tired of seeing. with every cough and every time he puked he felt his body failing.

all because of love.

the love that only he felt.

the love he wished he could express.

as each day that went by, he thought of the times when evan was around. when he thought evan cared. he wondered how evan was doing and if he was the same. he missed the days that they would skip class and stay home together doing nothing. he missed the days where they would go to parties together and then end up getting so drunk they didn't remember what had even happened.

issac longed for evan in many ways.

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lost in thought, another dreadful coughing fit started up again.
the usual ugly pink roses and then another flower.

he hadn't seen this one come out of him before.

a small blue flower. the first time he started puking up flowers he immediately started to memorize all the flowers he possibly could. he just coughed up a baby blue eyes. then he felt the rest start to come up.

he rushed to his bathroom and almost fell onto the toilet.

pink roses, poppies, forget-me-nots, peonies, daisies.

one after another.

when it was over he leaned against the wall. he knew he needed to confess.

but he couldn't.

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he sat against the bathtub for about an hour, sobbing. petals stuck to his face. he had spent an hour of puking up flowers and now he was sure that he had to do something before he died from this god awful disease.

a letter. that's the most he could do.

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( 𝕙 𝕒 𝕟 𝕒 𝕙 𝕒 𝕜 𝕚 )

sorry for the long wait. a lot of things have been happening and so it's been keeping me from writing as much as i wanted to. sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the past few.
- joshua