Pink is the color of the death

He was coughing pink petals and blood.

Well, more like vomiting pink petals and blood.

Again and again.

Every time he was just thinking about him, he had to coughing those pink petals.

It was getting worse and worse.

But he rather die than have this surgerie.

Rather die than live emotionless.

Rather die than taking pills to make sure that he will never have emotions ever again.

And this pov his from two different boys.

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Yeah, another fic, again !

I know.

I shouldn't.

I should write my other fics.

But I don't wanna to.

soooo... Here another fic.

And of course, it's a depressive topic.

But... If you still don't know what is it about, you'll know it in the first chapter. And in the first sentence.

Also, I'm not really regular, so please don't hate me if I post three time in a week and then don't post for a month ^^'

Enjoy my crappy fic !

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