When Muelin and ____ got together, their friends thought it was all rainbows and sparkles. Well, they were wrong. They were always under attack by homophobic people. This drained them majorly and it was a struggle to stay together. But you managed.

It was a drizzly Tuesday and you were both out at a sushi bar. You were having a blast when soy source and pieces of raw fish were thrown at you.
"Get out of here you stupid queer bitches!" You both looked shocked and upset before picking up your stuff and leaving hurriedly. Your previously entwined hands slipped from each other as you walked.

Surprise pov of random hater:
Yuck. If it wasn't disgusting enough that they are the same gender, one is a troll! I mean, come on, who would want to be with one of those ugly things?!

Back to my pov:
When you reached home Muelin offered to cook something which you shook your head to.
"I don't really feel that hungry."
"Oh ok, I'll make something anyway so if you feel hungry later you have something you can heat up. Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Mue." You said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

You walked upstairs to your own bedroom. You stayed up there for a while before coming down and cuddling with Muelin for a bit.

Later that night while you and Muelin had been sleeping, you woke up drenched in sweat. Muelin was still soundly asleep in her own room.

As the weeks passed, you lost a lot of weight and didn't have much of an appetite. You would cough and cough and sometimes you would cough up blood. Not to mention that you were almost alway so tired and had a fever.

You went to the doctors and they said it was nothing. So you went on living like that. That was until a few months later you were out walking around the shopping centre with Muelin when you suddenly felt breathless. You both sat down at the nearest cafe. You didn't feel good at all. You suddenly collapsed on the ground gasping for breath that wasn't going to come. It was as if the oxygen you needed was suddenly cut off, leaving you spluttering.

Muelin was on the phone to the hospital, crying and patting your back. You were choking blood starting to gather in your mouth. It all spilled out when you opened your mouth. Your blood stained the pavement as you continued to choke and shake. Everything went black. You could still hear things, Muelin's petrified screams rang through your ears. The ambulance took you to hospital. But it was too late. You were gone. Muelin cried and screamed. Her friends all tried to console her. One day Kurloz came to visit.
"She must have been so scared... Choking and coughing up blood... She didn't even tell me something was wrong. I should have noticed. She died in my arms in one of the most painful ways."
Kurloz hugged her close to him and patted her head in a silent way of saying "you would have done everything you could if you had known".

A week later, the autopsy had been completed. Misdiagnosis. The day you had gone to the doctors they had given you a misdiagnosis. You has died of tuberculosis. Slightly hard to get where you lived but it happened. You died of lung failure, suffocating and coughing up blood.

Muelin was so distraught on her way back from the forensics lab that she didn't notice the oncoming truck. The brakes squealed but they didn't help as the broken girl went flying and hit her head on a curb.

This time, it was her blood staining the pavement.

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