An alternate ending to the Hanahaki one shot was requested sooooo here you go

Request by xxXBrokenBoyXxx

it starts out the same as the first version, the new piece is marked

Disclaimer: I don't own IT.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Eds, are you in?" Richie questioned. The losers were planning a movie night at Bill's house. Eddie nodded quickly. His stomach was beginning to cramp up, making him desperate to get away from everyone.

"Alright, see you guys tonight!" Bev smiled, leaving the group. Eddie left almost immediately after, breaking into a sprint. His throat was tickly, and he knew what was coming. He ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He was brought to his knees in front of the toilet, petals spilling from his mouth.

Eddie grimaced, staring at the soft pink petals floating in the toilet water. The first time petals had come out of him was two weeks ago, directly after the town fair. He had gone with Richie. It had, understandably, freaked him out, especially being the hypochondriac his friends had come to know and love. Petals were an odd thing to find in your sleeve after coughing.

Eddie knew what it was from. He had read about hanahaki disease, and he immediately knew who it was from. Richie, Eddie's best friend and Derry's resident Trashmouth, was Eddie's unrequited love.

Eddie was honestly shocked. He had assumed Richie was flirting with him, all those times when they joked and messed around. But Eddie knew the disease had to be from Richie. He was the only person the small boy had ever loved.

Eddie spit out the last few petals, flushing them away. He could feel the soft flowers in his chest, taking over his heart and lungs. He knew he would die if it wasn't taken care of soon. Eddie sighed, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked sick, his skin pale and sticky, his eyes bloodshot and droopy. The bags under his eyes were especially pronounced, completing the look. Eddie looked as if he was dying, which, in a way, he was. The only way he could be cured was if Richie returned his love, or to get the flowers surgically removed. But surgery would also remove his feelings for Richie, and Eddie couldn't bear the thought of that.

Tonight was Eddie's chance. He knew he didn't have much time left, judging by the increasing quantity of petals coming out. The pain in his chest was becoming unbearable, but Eddie had to push through it if he wanted to have a final shot at life. He shrugged on a soft sweater, trying his best to look cute for the movie night. Eddie took a deep breath, then ran out the door. He didn't live too far from Bill's house, so he climbed on his bike and pushed off.

Eddie coasted down the street, coughing up a petal or two on the way. He pulled into Bill's driveway, noting the five bikes already piled up.

"Eh-Eddie! You m-made it!" Bill exclaimed. Eddie met Richie's eyes for a moment, his cheeks dusted over in a slight flush. He claimed his spot on the couch next to his unrequited lover, awkwardly glancing at him every few seconds. Richie noticed Eddie's state, frowning at the pale face of death sitting besides him.

"Eds, are you ok?" Richie questioned. Eddie seemed to jolt at the question, eyes darting around nervously.

"Yeah... I'm fine," he answered quickly. Eddie coughed, accidentally dropping a petal onto the couch. Richie was fast, taking it and examining the light pink petal. He held it up, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why did you just cough up a flower petal?" Eddie groaned, grabbing Richie by the wrist. He led the curly-haired boy into the kitchen for more privacy. Under the bright lights, Richie could see how horribly awful Eddie looked. The smaller boy seemed miserable, and Richie couldn't place the feeling something was terribly wrong with his best friend.

****Alternate Ending Begins Here****

"Richie... I've been meaning to tell you shout this," Eddie sighed, taking the petal. "I-I'm sick, Rich. Really sick." His voice was trembling. "A-and I... I might not make it. But I can't fix that. Only you can." Richie's eyes widened, and Eddie continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I have Hanahaki disease. It was caused by-" Eddie coughed again, more petals spilling out. The light pink was now accompanied by royal blue and lavender. The asthmatic boy let out a pitiful sob, the pain in his chest intensifying. Richie watched with horror in his eyes, frozen in place. "It was caused by unrequited love." Eddie took a deep breath. "Richie, I love you. I have since that day at the fair. I'm sorry"

Richie's mouth opened and closed, his expression one of pity. Eddie had managed to make the Trashmouth speechless, and it caused the panic to swell in him. Richie was hardly ever quiet. He coughed, choking on a blue flower. His condition was worsening by the minute, the petals turning into flowers, the flowers growing in size. Eddie was running out of time.

"Eddie..." Richie had a guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't feel the same way. I don't love you." He turned away, frowning. "I'm sorry." Eddie looked crestfallen. He knew, at this point, that he would die. The disease would progress, until Eddie died from his unrequited love for his best friend.

"It's ok, Rich." Eddie's voice was no louder than a whisper, in fear of breaking down. "You can go watch the movie now." He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from spilling out. Eddie took a deep breath, to calm himself down. When he reopened his eyes, Richie was gone. He tried to not let it effect him, to just let it go and move on with life. But his stupid feelings blocked him, instead causing a searing pain in Eddie's chest.

He ran to the bathroom, locking the door. The flowers had taken over his lungs and heart. It was the worst pain Eddie had ever felt in his entire life, but it meant nothing. If Richie didn't love him, then he had no reason to live. The flowers in his chest were no longer soft. Instead, they had thorns, and sharp points that jabbed and stuck Eddie from the inside.

He leaned over the toilet, coughing up a few dark petals. Ones of blue, green, and red, nothing like the light pink ones he had for awhile. The petals weren't soft, either, these ones felt like razor blades in his throat, slicing shallow cuts on Eddie's insides. It began to burn, intense, blazing pain that had him wishing for it to all end, to just take his life and have it done with. But the disease was as strong as his feelings were, and Eddie would have to pay for his unrequited love.

He threw up, the dark petals spilling out into the bowl. He saw several stems in the mess of petals, signalling he was close. Eddie blinked away the hot tears forming in his eyes, forcing himself to suffer through the pain. More flowers forced their way up his throat, joining the ones already in the toilet. Eddie felt faint, and he knew his time here was coming to a close. He spat out a few loose petals, these ones stained crimson. His blood spattered the edge of the seat, creating a red stain that would serve as a permanent reminder to everyone.

Eddie laid himself down on the bathroom floor, settling himself in for a forever nap. He was ready to go, to leave the pain and suffering behind him. He coughed up one last flower, and then it all went dark.

"Hey, has anyone seen Eddie?" Mike wondered. The other five losers responded negatively, frowns donning all their faces. Richie felt his heart speed up. As much as he didn't like the fact Eddie had liked him, Richie didn't want his best friend to be in pain.

"We need to look for him," Richie decided. Everyone nodded, and the losers split up to search for their missing friend. Stan was the one to discover the locked bathroom door. He called everyone to the door, Bill grabbing the key from his father's office. They unlocked the door, nervously pushing it open. There were several screams at the sight on the bathroom floor. Richie just stared, knowing he was the cause of the horrific scene in front of them.

There was Eddie, lying dead on the floor. A river of blood ran from his parted lips, a pool of the crimson liquid next to him. In his limp hand lay a flower, petals blacker than the night sky, and completely drenched in blood. Eddie's blood. Richie hesitantly picked up the flower, watching numbly as crimson stained his fingertips. He turned back to the losers, but only Bev remained at the door. Mike had left to call the police, Stan had run off, and Bill and Ben went to chase after him. Richie stared sadly into her eyes, shaking his head.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Richie stumbled into Bev's arms, letting out a loud sob. She shushed him, running circles into his back.

"It's not your fault, it's nobody's fault," she soothed, averting her eyes from the bloody body on the floor. The sight was awfully gruesome, and she wanted to run away so badly, like Stan and the rest had done. But she couldn't, her feet felt frozen to the floor.

"N-no, it is my fault, I didn't-" Richie let out a heart breaking cry. "I didn't love him enough, and now he's dead. And it's- it's all my fault." Bev pieced together Richie's words, putting two and two together. And what she found was simple.

Eddie had loved Richie. Richie didn't love him back. And, in the end, that was what killed Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie, the short, asthmatic boy who was constantly on their asses about health, taken out by a disease. It seemed almost ironic, but maybe that was just the shock setting in.

Either way, Eddie was dead, and nothing in the world would ever make that ok, for any of the losers. There would be a permanent hole in their hearts, one weighing them down for the rest of their childhood. Until they went their separate ways, and forgot. Eddie only lived on in one heart, Mike's, and even as an adult, the terrible image of his friend dead and bloody on the floor will haunted him. It hurt for the rest of his days in Derry.

ok that was a horrible ending and I'm sorry for that I got way too into the depressing tone oops

Well that's fine sorry for hurting everyone's feelings hahaha

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