-Roman's Pov-

As Roman appeared back in the timeline that was rightfully his, he breathed a deep digh of relief. He was finally back home.

-Virgil's Pov-

I hear coughing. It sounds really intense. Like someone is having a really bad coughing fit. Is it Roman?

I decide to get out of my warm comfortable bed to check if he is okay. He almost sounds like he might die.

I knock on Roman's door hoping that he isn't in there and the noise is a coughing iguana on a branch outside or something.

"Hello, Roman. Are you in there?"

"Yes *cough*, do you *cough* want to come in? *cough* *cough*"

"Oh sure, so you can get me sick."

"Can you just come in?"

"Okay, fine."

-Roman's Pov-

As Virgil walked through the door, I gathered up the courage to say "I love you! Before I messed everything up, I died from hanahaki, got re-incarnated as anxiety because when I died you became creativity and erased your memories of being anxiety. You didn't even remember that anxiety existed. I messed up so I comitted suicide to get back here and say this to you. I stole your memories and gave them to myself. I saw all of your memories, I invaded your privacy and I'm sorry. I still love you. Perhaps even more. Virgil?"

"Wow. That's a lot to process... you died twice. Once here and still decided to come back?"

"I was ruining that other timeline. Logan was right, You can't change fate. I was trying to protect you from what would ultimately become fate."

"Logan said that?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Roman. I don't want you to have to die, again. I love you too. Seeing you die would've broken me."

The flower in my stomach is retracting it's vines and closing into it's bud again. I can feel it. 

 Soon a single purple chrysanthemum fell to the floor out my mouth and I could tell it was the one. It's purple was stained so much that it could almost be black. If not for a faint purple hue. I survived hanahaki. Only with Virgil's help.