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you're dying. Gaius stated.
you're dying? Gwen asked.
you're dying! Lancelot warned.
and you? you said nothing.
you were not aware of it.
you didn't know that we were suffering from the same disease.
the petals were charming at first, if tingly and uncontrollable like nerve damage.
i brushed them off but they were too much for me alone, too much for myself in my current state. that’s how i knew I was not alone in my affliction.
you spit out blood with the flowers and you tried to erase the traces. they stained your lips ruby red and i wish i were the one by your side, reddening them with my teeth.
i wished to devour that mouth, to defile it and taint it carmine with my own. i wished that blood was mine, so that i could communicate the enormity of my desire without showing a single fragment of my sentiments.
i wish we were brave enough to tell each other our feelings, instead of bottling them and dying side by side.