𝒑𝒊𝒙𝒍/𝒛𝒍𝒐𝒚, 𝒕𝒘: 𝒗𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈(?) & 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏,𝟐𝟔𝟕

pixlriffs: Hey, are you okay?

pixlriffs: I know it's like 2am in the morning for you but I've been worried you're not replying to my messages

Zloy coughed for a moment, he was going red at the thought of his best friend. Then, it came back. All of it. Purple Hyacinth petals, blood dripped out of his mouth. Panicking, he runs towards the bathroom, grabbed the towel and wipped the blood away. But it was all too late, the petals kept falling.

"You got to be shitting me..." Zloy cursed to himself, his skin going to a green pale. Why is it that everytime he's alone and has the thought of Pixl that the petals would go flying out again? It's not like Zloy is getting used to it, both in real life and his avatar like. No matter what world he chooses, this disease that Zloy let alone hated for the most part would always come back.

Another message popped up on his screen, it seemed that he had taken too long to reply so Pixl begins to worry a little. No instead, this was from Xisuma. Zloy was surprised as Xisuma barely even contacted him unless it was for skit purposes.

Xisuma: yo, zloy! pixl is worried sick for you :'(( you better get here now asap

Zloyxp: ok

Xisuma: phew your alive!

Zloyxp: **you're

Xisuma: >:(

Xisuma: anyways, go talk to pixl now. he's been constantly asking the truly bedrock members where your absence were!

How can you be so worried when you don't even want me?

Zloy thought to himself, he knew that he should've listened to his friends. This stupid crush was a waste of his time, so why was it so painful?

Another cough. Zloy was spitting out each of his flowers, counting each one to make sure that he didn't need to die at this point. God, it was enough for him to throw himself out because of how it was pathetic. Pathetic that his best friend would never love him the same, he probably just saw him as a co-worker.

All Zloy could ever think about after talking to Xisuma is to follow his advice and talk to Pixl before their relationship crumbles down, due to the fact that Zloy was going to die if the flowers kept coming back.

Eventually, that let to Pixl to go as far as to visit Zloy. The doorbell quietly rang, there was no answer. This wasn't the way Pixl acted but he was worried to the point that he broke in, ran to the locked room only see nothing.

"Seriously... I've got no time for this honestly," He said in his posh accent, Pixl realised that most of Zloy's free time was taking showers so he probably was fixing up his hair. Opening the bathroom door, he doesn't see Zloy in the shower. He's sitting there, motionless.

Zloy's eyes looked up at Pixl's. There's a slight tint of red blush from the two. But Pixl was more focused on what was on the towel, drips of blood and countless purple hyacinth petals. After a few moments, Zloy looked down in shame.

"Listen man, I didn't want to tell you-"

"No, it's okay but..." Pixl was in disbelief at this point. Was this what Zloy was hiding from him? Well of course he would be angry at him for hiding it, even though he believes that disease looks to be fake. "What happened here?"

"Nothing, just some rare fever or something," Zloy replied, you can already tell that he was lying at this point. "You know, i'm always here if you want to have some time together." He looked away, laughing out each painful word. It hurts, hurts that you're in love with someone that is in love with someone else.

At this point, Zloy already knew that Pixl was uninterested in him. No matter how many people told him that, he kept coming back. Smiling each time Pixl made a friendly pun, or where they would have a sleepover in which Pixl would talk about how there isn't enough kindness in this world and would probably forget about it because how much of a dumbass his idiot was.

Despite every petal that Zloy coughed and how it hurts that only Pixl made him feel like something, he still adores his best friend. Both worlds, it's hurts more than anything else. Why was he going to spend the rest of his life misrable and sad when he could be with his one best friend for the such long period of time?

After all, they haven't even met in the real world. This was the only chance Zloy's got. Missed opportunities of being able to connect, never has he felt that way with anyone except for the bearded man.

Pixl wipes the blood on Zloy's mouth, touching his dried up lips with the towel. He looks humilated, confusing Pixl for a second.

"Did you not know what this disease can do?" Zloy said in a low tone, hiding his emotions with a coverup mask.

Pixl shook his head, "This is creeping me out, we really need you to go to the hospital." Zloy never saw Pixl that serious, despite that being a lie but still, it was rare that Pixl was never joking around.

Zloy's eyes turned white. "So you don't understand my pain of loving you, huh..." He laughed manically, almost in a hurtful way.

"I could understand but why? Why do I have to fall in love with you?" Zloy continued to cough. Pixl was already seeing how it plays out. Each cough, more petals will arrive. He was no florist or flower expert but those purple hyacinth...

Those meaning saddness and forgiveness, it was also surprisingly Pixl's favourite flowers. The rare ones, the type that wasn't implemented in the game's code. But they were so beautiful. Pixl then saw it in his own eyes, was Zloy in love with him the whole time?

No, that couldn't be, could it? It's subtle for Zloy to even crush on someone, as much as he love making dumb jokes about anime titties and what not. But for Zloy to fall for him?

Pixl naturally holds Zloy's hands, the zombie mutant's palms were oddly sweating. He pulls a towel, coughing more petals. A singular red rose petal.

Teardrops formed into Zloy's eyes, his face slowly pulling down onto Pixl's chest. He curses more, as Pixl's jacket was tugged down by the person he loves.

"It hurts, it hurts so much." Zloy cries out in a silent mutter, the petals fell to the ground as now the bathroom floor was only filled with these flowers. "I'm sorry, i'm so sor-"

Zloy felt a hug. His tears kept flowing down, but the hugging doesn't stop. Finally, his head rested on the shoulder of Pixl's, it had seemed like a nightmare had happened.

Pixl had no idea that he was about to do something that  saved Zloy's life. A soft kiss pressed on his lips, as much as he was a terrible kisser, it worked. The two exchanged a shocked expression before turning it into a soft smile, as Zloy tackles his love life on the ground.

"It will be okay, I promise." Pixl said in a calm tone. "As long as we got each other, we'll be okay."

Pixl looked at Zloy, helping him get up. "Are you okay now?"

Zloy began to smile at him, indicating that he was okay.

"Yes Pixl." Zloy teared up, wiping the last bit of blood from his mouth.

"I am okay."