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She loves me, She loves me not, She loves me... she loves me not
Wirt would be a liar if he said he never played the childish game where you pluck petals from a flower to confirm if someone loves him or not.
The first time he started coughing up Flowers, they were Night Sky Petunias for Sara.
The Petals were a beautiful purple, almost galaxy theme...like Sara's love for space...they were as cool, beautiful and unique as her.
He used to pluck the bloody Petals and play the game often;
However, it often ended in a "she loves me not" and his anxiety would spike.
Often, he got cold feet about telling her about his feelings....but he already confessed to her, and she likes him back ... so why?
He stares at the bloody leafs and blood in the Sink.
His reflection in a mirror haunted.
These aren't the soft and pretty Petals and Flowers he is used to ...no, what he is currently coughing up is none of the softness of Sara's flowers.
Softness reminding him of when Sara speaks of Ballet no its none of that.
No, instead his throat is burning, and he is losing way too much blood...and mixed with that blood is foul black oil...a familiar oil...edelwood oil.
Was the Beast killing him from beyond the grave? or was it simply residue from his time in the Unknown.
Pointy, rigid twigs erupt from his throat instead of petals. He can feel them scratching his insides apart.
He is crying, of course, he is, he is in so much pain. But his throat is to occupied with throating up and hurting to scream for help or otherwise.
Was he going to become a tree after all?
Did the Beast curse him?
... how will he explain this to his parents if he survives? Will he even survive? The sink is a mess of blood and oil afterall....
Will they assume he passed from the disease...what will Sara think? Or will they just find an unmoving tree in the middle of their bathroom?
The Beast is dead; he should not be able to turn him into a tree....this should not be happening...unless.
Wirt's eyes widen in a horrifying Realisation ....denial courses through his head...it couldn't be, could it?
Soon the Unknown will have him once again...his eyes grow heavy...he is so tired.