Lovely Flowers (skephalo ;3)

•Wet Petals•

(I feel like this title sounds wrong .-.)

~ Zak/Skeppy POV ~

I scrolled through YouTube on my computer occasionally looking at the other tab that was slowly uploading a video.

Finally pressing upload and going through the final options for the video it posted. The notifications sent out to fans and I kept reloading the page seeing the views likes and comments slowly go up. It always amazed me how many people decide to watch my videos.

- timeskip one week -

I still have been coughing up petals. Just even the thought of BadBoyHalo makes me cough up a petal or two. My throat feels like it gets more raw by the second.

If things get worse I'll look stuff up, I don't need to go to the doctor I don't even know if I'm sick. For all I know I could be eating rose petals and I don't remember. One thing that I can't explain though is this feeling I get around Bad... When I talk to him I feel safe and that I'll be ok.

I suddenly thought I should make I video I need to post stuff still. I then immediately thought to make a video with Bad. I then got the familiar feeling of something in my throat. Putting my hand in front of my mouth. A single petal fell into my hand but it felt different... Coughing up just one petal was getting more rare now I would mostly cough up two. I look in my hand and feel the petal is wet. I wonder what it's wet with and realize that I hadn't noticed the metallic taste in my mouth. The petal was covered in blood.

I rushed to my computer and tried to look up why I coughed up petals and why there would be blood on it.

It took a little scrolling though links that were to flower magazines, but I finally found it.

It was called Hanahaki disease. It was because I apparently suffered from one sided love. Who do I love though? I thought to myself. The answer then came to me. Do I like Bad??

The article said that if my feelings aren't returned then it would only get worse, and eventually die. I felt my heart nearly stop thinking about how I could die from coughing up petals. The article didn't say much to help but I got a basic understanding of what was happening.

How bad could this disease get over a few days? Not that bad right? My throat felt like it was on fire and I had the urge to cough. Coughing over and over I looked in my hand of course to see a petal covered in blood, I then decided to have something to eat. I started to think of what I would have to eat and decided on just some toast.

I watched the toast slowly get more and more brown by the second. I walked to the fridge to get some butter as well as something to drink besides an energy drink. I grabbed the butter as well as a bottle of water and walked back over to the toaster.

With the cold knife I spread butter across the toast's scratchy surface. Not waiting for the butter to melt I took a bit of the crunchy toast.

I swallowed the last bite of the snack and took a gulp of water washing down the final piece. I then thought about how raw my poor throat felt. Then I realized that it felt like I couldn't speak. I tried to say something but it came out as a giant voice crack and it hurt to actually speak. I then thought how will I make videos? I couldn't really speak that well and the article said it would only get worse from here. Might as well do this while I'm sort of ahead... I sighed and pulled my phone out from my hoodie pocket.

I ended up tweeting out that I wasn't feeling very well and my voice sounded absolutely awful so I wouldn't be making videos for a while. I ended walking back into my room seeing no point in being in another part of my house.

I sat down on my bed seeing the notification of Bad replying on my tweet. He replied with "Oh sorry muffin, I didn't know you were feeling this bad. Hope you get better! :D" I laughed at his cute reaction and started coughing again. Knowing the wet feeling in my hand I didn't even need to look at what came out of me. The taste in my mouth completely ruined the small lingering taste of toast in my mouth. I groaned and got up from my nice bed to throw out they petal.

I got to the trash can and watched the petal fall in the bin. I then saw how many petals were in there. There has to be at least 20 of them. Not being able to stand the sight of all the petals that I knew I coughed up I transferred then to the kitchen garbage.

Why does this have to happen to me?

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Tbh I'm getting kinda lazy with the top pictures qwq I'll still make some sometimes but I'm lazy rn
Also I'm kinda trying to make this go kinda fast but still make it a good story
I have another idea for a story I wanna write after this ÙwÚ
Also that food but made me hungry