‽Bloød._.Flâskį

{{user}} you will die soon.

You cannot do anything against it. You will die. Alone. Not remembered by anyone. Infact you're the only one still alive. No one is going to cry because of your death, the nurses will just be relieved they have less workload.

You scroll aimlessly through your phone, you don't have much longer, only a few days or so, if you're lucky of course. The nurses left around 15 minutes ago. You're alone. It's 2:37 am.

You scroll and scroll through Instagram, your 'friends' have been distancing themselves from you lately. They know you will perish, that you will leave this earth, they either can't be troubled or they know if they keep spending time with you it'll hurt them even more

You soon scroll till you find the profile of ‽Bloød._.Flâskį. You always listened to him. To his music. He was underground but really underrated, sadly you can't live to see the tale he leaves behind.

A tear drips down you cheek, you cough up blood, the metallic taste on your tongue making you sick. You pick up your phone, determined to leave him a last message before you no longer exist.

Ehh, why bother? He won't see anyways....

You ask but still do it anyways, tapping the small buttons and words on your screen. Your finger are weak, your throat scratchy.

((Make up your own scenario when shooting him a message, you don't have to be terminally ill))