(I'm back, yo)

** Goth's P.O.V **

All is well, all is good. I've been pretending to not know what was happening with Palette, ever since I've read that page in his diary, I was starting to care a little more. I was trying to make sure he doesn't puke accidentally because I've researched about this disease. Holding it in would burn your throat, he doesn't sound the same anymore. I was really worried, I tried not to think about it. I also wondered if he puked out forget-me-nots which was my favorite flower, why would he dedicate his whole apartment to something that caused him pain?

Why?

It was the last day of the deal, and I was gonna home on that very day. Me and Palette are in good terms now, which was good(wow, author-chann, wow). As I returned home, I resisted the urge to tell everyone what was actually going on with Palette, I tried and tried. Xahji  almost pushed me back against the door when she saw me, she also squeezed the wits out of me too. I unpacked my stuff, laying in bed. Trying to think, I mean, keep my head away from the fact that Palette was sick, really sick.

I couldn't help it, Fresh was here too along with his husband. I wanted to tell them, u wantes to, but that got me thinking. Why didn't Palette tell us that she had this disease? Why? She's going to die if he didn't. So I called Xahji, Fresh, and PJ over.

“So what are we in for?” Xahji asked.

I took in a deep breath.

“I have to tell you something. It's about Palette.”

“What do you mean?” Xahji's face scrunched up in anger.

“It's not anything but what you're thinking, Xahji. It's just that Palette is hiding something from all of us. It's huge.”

“His—” Fresh punched PJ on his shoulder before he could say anything, he immediately shut up afterwards.

“You know that guys said that, Palette is kind of sick?”

“Yeah?” They all responded.

“Well, he's always sick. He's been sick all this time.”

“What are you implying?” Xahji asked.

“I mean that, Palette has a disease.”

“What do you mean?” They all said in unison.

“He has this disease called Hanahaki disease.”

With that, everything turned chaotic in a second. Fresh was panicking, making up excuses. PJ had his jaw drop down the floor, Xahji burst into tears, screaming at me, yelling at how a big liar I am. I had enough.

“QUIET! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! IF YOU WANT PROOF, ASK PALETTE, IF HE DENIES IT, HE'S LYING!”

I screamed.

They all fell into silence, it was silent for a while. All we could hear was Xahji's silent sniffles.

“A-are you s-sure?” Fresh asked, breaking the silence. Fresh's voice was broken, laced with sadness. I nodded, sadly. “Who is he in love with?” Xahji's asks.

“Me.”

“WHAT?!” Xahji yelled, shock evident in her face. Fresh looked at her with a ‘He didn't tell you?’ expression. She looked broken and betrayed. She stared at Fresh with a ‘You knew?’ kind of expression, he nodded in response. She then looked at me, tears started to fall once more, she dropped to the floor, sobbing. I approached my sister, hugging her close, trying to calm her down.

“I'm sorry.”