A/N: Quick note, for those who do know what the 'disease' is that I'm pertaining to in this mini fanfic, just know that in this story, they still don't know what causes it. Okay, that's all. Enjoy reading!

*Y/N's P. O. V. *

I'm happy for them.

That has been my mantra for the past three weeks and I honestly am. How can I not be? I know they're safe with each other, I know they won't hurt each other. I know those two people deeply, they're the perfect match.

But somehow, I can't stop being hurt. I really can't do much about it though. I don't want to tell them, I don't want to leave them. All I can do is keep it all in and endure it like everything's fine.

I'm hopeful that time will help me move past this, I really am. I know this is not the end chapter of my life, I could still meet a lot of people...and maybe, this could just be an infatuation. Maybe my feelings are just confused and misread the feelings of attachment to my best friend as love. But again, how can anyone blame me? Patrick and I have been so close for twenty years, there's a bond between us that cannot be replicated, that I don't have with other people. I really thought it was.....

I guess it was just my wishful thinking.

Even with this internal struggle, I continued to hang out with the two of them one at a time. I spend time with my cousin and my best friend like before and it really seems like nothing is wrong. I'm showing them no sign and I don't want to whine about it. I'm pushing myself to just accept it and I think I'm doing better?

I even help them out, telling one of them what the other likes, their habits, and hobbies, their talents, their hates and fears, their dreams...everything I know. They seemed very interested with each other so it's beautiful to see them attentively listening whenever I tell them those information. I'm happy that I could help.

Right now, I'm heading towards the studio where Patrick's band is currently at. They've invited me over and I really want to check on the other dudes too, it's been a while since I last saw them.

In no time, I arrived in the vicinity and the admin immediately let me in since they already know me. I headed straight to the elevator area and waited for one.

"Y/N! It's been a while!" someone suddenly said behind me.

"Pete! Hi!" I said it looks like he just got some snacks for the group, "How are you? And yeah, sorry I was really busy these couple of months," I answered, lending a hand to help him carry some of the things he's handling.

"I'm good, we're all good. We really missed you, you know?" he said, finally the elevator came and we both got in.

"Awww, that's so sweet. I missed you guys too. Sorry if it seems like I'm only hanging out with Patrick and my cousin. I really don't want to go here without being invited," I explained.

"Come on, you're welcome here anytime. And yeah, we met your cousin. She's actually here now, Patrick also brought her since you'll also be here today," Pete said and I gave him a smile.

"That's great," that's the only thing I managed to say.

Look, it's not that I'm sad about them, I will never be. I have nothing against them, and they have my full support, otherwise, I won't even be here. I'm just feeling like this because it's tiring.

It's tiring to be jealous when you shouldn't be.

But they're close to me and this will happen...always...I need to be used to it.

"We were actually shocked when he introduced her. I mean, don't get me wrong, Elisa is a wonderful girl...but I always thought that you and Patrick---

"I get that a lot, Pete," I cut him off while chuckling like it's nothing. And I do get that notion a lot too, I even have that notion to myself which turns out to be just wrong, "But Patrick and I are just best friends," I said, directing it more to myself than to Pete.

"Oh come on, Y/N. I saw it before too and your somehow defensive answer gives it away...or maybe it's just me?" Pete said going from a serious tone to a playful one, "Just tell me if you need someone to talk to, okay? I'm not saying that you're lying or anything...I just feel like you want to say something," he said. I honestly don't understand how this guy is able to pick up these emotions.

I gave him a genuine smile, deciding not to say anything more. The elevator door finally opened, and it directly leads to their studio.

"Snacks are here and we also have a special guest," Pete announced as we walk out of the elevator.

"Heeeey, your EMT is now in," I said enthusiastically.

Everything is fine.

They all greeted me and just like what Pete said, Elisa is here. She's the one who immediately went to me and tackled me with a hug. I really love how she's still so sweet to me. The others greeted me too and I got an excited wave from Patrick who's inside the live room.

Everything is fine.

I said again as I try to ignore everything and just enjoy my time with them.

~~Short Time Skip~~

Patrick's voice is angelic.

I know that right from the beginning. Honestly, I can't believe that he thinks he's not worth it to be a vocalist...that he's just destined to be a drummer. If only he could hear his voice from my perspective, it's actually perfect. The range, the power, the emotion, everything about it is beautiful. It's actually one of the things that made me like this guy a lot. He's just full of talents, but his singing voice gets my heart.

Elisa and I were just listening to them having a rehearsal and practicing their new songs. Of course, it's all amazing. I was just fixated on Patrick and his voice that time, hearing their songs live is really a different experience.

After rehearsing, Patrick proceeded to listen to it since they recorded it. They were by the controls and I was alone at the back, trying to be busy with my phone. I didn't want to be that person who keeps looking at them, but I couldn't help it and my peripheral vision still gets them. Soon, I saw Patrick and Elisa side by side, sharing one headphone and Patrick's arm was over her shoulders, just like what we do before. They were laughing and it was honestly a wonderful sight. It's just like us...like what Patrick and I do before...maybe that's why I assumed too much. We were too comfortable with each other that we do these kinds of things.

I smiled to myself sadly then held up my phone a little higher and opened the Camera. I focused it on them, making me see those lovebirds further. I took the candid photo, and I think destiny is provoking me more...the photo that I took captured the moment when Patrick kissed her cheeks. It's cute, I'm sure Elisa will love this. I ended up staring at it longer than I should...my heart getting heavier and heavier.

What am I doing with myse---

Before I could finish my thoughts, the sharp and stinging pain appeared in my chest again. It was overwhelming, probably the worse that I've felt since the day I started feeling this.

My breathing became so heavy too, I could feel my throat tightening like as if someone was choking. I tried my hardest to stay calm and get up to go to the bathroom, and luckily, I did manage to do that without getting their attention.

I locked myself inside and coughed hard. I even had to lean on the sink to support myself or else I would surely collapse on the floor. The pain wasn't really going away, it honestly hurts more everytime I cough but I couldn't stop.

Suddenly, I started feeling something going up my throat. It wasn't liquid or anything like that...but I know there's something.

No. It can't be.

I want to stop coughing, but my throat was involuntarily doing it and I feel like gagging...It's trying to push something out.

I may have an idea what could be it...I'm always seeing this on a daily basis at the hospital.

I coughed and coughed, already muffling the sound by covering my mouth with hands. I can feel the thing coming up and up and finally, after one last rough cough...it stopped.

The pain, the gag, the cough...it's just silence now and the sore on my throat. I breathed in and out slowly, stabilizing my breathing and again...a distinct scent of Lavender lingers even there are no Lavenders in this bathroom.

I slowly pull my hands away from my mouth and I saw it...

It was just a small one, but it's there...I haven't touched anything where this could possibly come from. I'm sure it was from me. From inside of me.

A small piece of a Lavender flower petal rests on my palm. I coughed it out, just like those patients that we usually take care of in the hospital. The flowers were different per patient and mine was a Lavender.

But...how? It's not contagious...something may have happened to me. That mysterious something that causes this disease...but what?

"Y/N? You okay in there?" I jumped when I heard Patrick knocking and asking me that question.

"Y-yeah. I just got an itch in my throat, don't worry," I answered him, still directly staring at this supposedly pretty petal...but now?

It's just a bad omen.

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A/N: Really sorry for starting this book off with this kind of fanfic, but I really enjoy writing it.

Hope you're enjoying reading too!