(Lance's POV)

Four months. About one more month or so to go. I can feel the thorns developing, and I coughed a whole rose up yesterday. But, I'm such a coward, even though Keith and I have gotten closer, I still can't bring myself to tell him. He says there's someone that he likes already, and it's probably not me, so I don't want to get in his way.

(Keith's POV)

A month has passed. I'm on better terms with Lance than before, but I really wish I had the courage to tell him how I feel about him.
But I've also noticed that he's looking really sick lately, and kind of pale. I've asked him if he's okay, and he says he's fine, but he doesn't look like it. He's spending more and more time in his bathroom or bedroom. I'm getting really worried now. I go over to sit next to him in the kitchen.

"Hey Lance."

"Hi" He says, but then quickly runs straight to his bedroom.
This has been happening for the past few days. Maybe it's best I leave him alone for now.

(Lance's POV)

I can't even sit next to you anymore, I really wish I could, I'm sorry Keith, it's hard, it hurts, and I don't know what to do. Tears are running down my cheeks, and I cough up a whole flower into my hand. So beautiful, yet so deadly. I don't even feel like getting back up. So I just sit there, tears still trickling down my face, and the bloody flower in my hands.

264 words. I'm cutting this chapter short, hopefully the next chapter will be somewhat longer ;-)
-Ki