** Third Person's P.O.V **

Everyday, every single f###ing day, it was getting unbearable for Palette. Because of that, he refused to let anyone take care of him or let anyone see him, he didn't want anyone finding out. There he laid in bed, anticipating for another fit of violent coughs. His heart cracking slightly from the damage. He was loosing a lot of blood as well, some days, he just wanted to die in peace but another part of him didn't want to and that there's still hope of Goth loving him back but he just doesn't know it. How he wished that he just wanted to cuddle in his arms, wake up to see his sleeping figure in the morning, he wanted just that.

Yet, he knew that it would never happen.

Chances of his death is very high and chances of living is very low.

He knows that there's no turning back. Sighing, he forced himself to sleep.

-Fresh's house-

Fresh opened the door to find Xahji and Goth, he gestures them in and sat them on their couch.

"OhMyGoth, I'm so excited!!!" Exclaimed Xahji who was in a really good mood, Goth shook his head, knowing how she acts a little childish when she's excited. "Did you invite, Palette?" Xahji asked, a hopeful glimmer shone through her eyes, Fresh shook his head sadly, a frown on his face. Xahji's expression changed, a small frown was evident. "Why not??" She asked, sad that her friend didn't invite him. "I mean, I invited him but he refused. He never gave the reason why, so I assumed he was still sick." Fresh answered, shrugging.

"But he loved going with us, he never refuses even when he has the flu or cold. I wonder why he refused now." Xahji pondered, looking at Fresh. "I guess we're gonna have to go without him, I'm sure he's fine." Goth bluntly reassured his sister who gave him a death stare. "You're just saying that because you don't want him to be my friend." Xahji pouted and crossed her arms, looking away from Goth. Goth was taken aback, he didn't know that he was acting that way.

"Xahji, I-" Goth started but was interrupted. "No! Enough! You don't care about my feelings at all, you cared about yours! You just don't want to let go for once and trust someone you don't know! But you CAN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO AFRAID THAT THE PERSON WOULD JUST LEAVE YOU!!" Xahji was now in tears, yelling at her brother. "P-Palette isn't *sniff* l-like *sniff* t-that, h-he n-never *sniff* l-left me w-when I *sniff* I needed h-him. (Palette isn't like that, he never left me when I needed him.)" Xahji shook her head, wiping her tears away.

Before Goth could say anything, Xahji ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Bro! What happened to your sister?" PJ came down the stairs, he was curious about the commotion that happened here. Goth stared at him like he was gonna receive punishment, he couldn't speak, he couldn't reply to PJ's question. He froze there. "I-I think you need to sit down." Fresh suggested, he sat Goth down whilst he stared at the floor.

"This is awkward, I'm gonna go steal some of Fresh's cupcakes. Bye!" PJ immediately left, making the room less tense.

** Goth's P.O.V ** (finally)

I couldn't believe it. Xahji finally snapped, she smacked some sense into me, and guess what? I was actually willing to try and trust someone other than Xahji, to at least make her happy and that I could learn from my mistakes. And it's true that Palette never left her side when she needed help, when she needed my help, I just push her away. I'm a horrible brother, I wanna make it up to her, but how?

I didn't know how to make friends, I thought of friends a very different way than I used to. It was terrible of me to think that, I'm so heartless (a/n: Ye, because Palette stole it, don't @ me please.). Shaking my head, I mentally slapped myself, how am I gonna prove to Xahji that I have the ability to trust anyone? I don't know how, I need advice. I slowly looked up at Fresh who was holding a glass of water and placing on the table from across me. "Here, drink up. You need to cool down, your cheeks are red." Just by hearing that, the heat in my cheeks grew hotter and so the red turned a shade darker. Fresh saw my state and laughed. I glared at him, this is was embarrassing, out from embarrassment, I drank the water, chugging it down to at least cool my nerves.

Once I finished, I placed the glass of water back onto the table in front of me. "Um, uh, Fresh?" I blurted out, and I hate myself for doing that. "Yeah?" he replied, scanning through a magazine, keeping his gaze away from me. "Uh, can you give me advice?" I asked. "Yeah sure." Fresh continues scanning the pages and looked at me straight in the eye.

"Go to your sister, talk it out. And then the real advice comes in."

"Really? You're too straightforward."

"VERY!" PJ yelled from the kitchen.

"PJ! I WON'T MAKE THOSE CUPCAKES ANYMORE!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Fresh rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his husband's antics. I chuckled, I wonder if I can be in a relationship like that.

I just wonder.